روايات وقصص ضمن The Heir Sophie Lark

I said. Remi looked up from the screen."You want him in the room." "I want him at a table near the back," I said. "Close enough to see everything and far enough that nobody will think he matters. Remi looked at me for a long moment, and he said, "Seraphina, are you sure about this? I walked back to the table, picked up the gala invitation, held it and looked at my own name printed across the front of it. Seraphina Vaughn, not Cole, not his wife, not the woman who ironed his shirts and endured his mother's voice and carried a loss alone in a white hospital room at 3 am.

Sharp, brilliant, patient, and ruthless—those were the exact traits required of a proper heir. In comparison, the dream mentor story felt entirely flimsy and unsettling. A son who figured out the art of business through his own reading and comprehension was a true heir, someone who could be guided and groomed. I had won this silent battle of wits. Using a carefully crafted lie, I earned his trust. "Stand up," Dad said, his voice softening again. "You don't have to hide anymore. The family's empire will belong to you sooner or later. Whatever you want to do, go right ahead and do it. I've got your back."

Sophie dropped to her knees, gathering the photos like precious shards of glass. “They took everything from me,” she muttered. “He was supposed to be mine. He loved me once. We had a future. And then she came along…” Her gaze fell on a newspaper clipping: “Heir to the Vale Estate Marries Hospital Sweetheart.” She crumpled it in her hand and tossed it aside. “I was perfect for him. I know what he needs, who he really is. She’s just... a phase. A mistake. And mistakes can be fixed.”

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

Some still descended from the orignal four. And Sophie, blood of that same line, was the newest heir to their burden. The heir. The prodigy. The one Lucian had shaped too tightly. A black armored car waited at the gate. Sophie climbed in, shoulders squared, though her heart dipped when she saw it was empty of Jax. Of course. He couldn’t spend every moment at her side babysitting. Still, the disappointment hit. She told herself it was practical. He had a squad. A Council breathing down his neck. He wasn’t a fairytale escort.

" 'And here comes the illegitimate heir, always trying to make headlines' 'She is so ugly, fat, and pathetic. No wonder her younger sister is getting married before her' Those were the mumbled side talks Sophie heard, making her aware of her outfit and her decision to hide before she met the stranger that startled her. "Oh no, this can't be happening," Sophie's face flushed in embracement. She wished the ground would just open up and swallow her, but that was one wish that never came true. She barely managed to find her way to her seat without tripping. Luckily for her, her seat was at the far end, almost in a dark corner, which took her out of the spotlight momentarily. Sophie couldn't be h

he called as softly as he could and got their attention when he got closer. Dean was surprised to see him. But he can't hide his happiness. He misses him after a week of not seeing him. He misses Sean terribly. "Bun, you're here! When did you arrive? Why didn't you tell me?" he exclaims happily using his pet name for him for the first time since they made up. Employees that are present at the lobby stare at their boss in astonishment. But what got their attention more is Sean’s presence. Sean, the infamous heir of Chairman Stuart Williams. The eldest son of the Williams. The heir of the Empire Group of Companies. The lost prince.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

"Are these all your bonding gifts?" Sophie was the product of her father’s bad decisions and a housemaid. She’d been a ghost in her own home until her stepmother kicked her out with a bag of pocket change. I didn't sugarcoat it. "No." Luke let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Drop the act, Chloe. Yesterday you were 'done' with me, and today you’ve got all this ready for our move-in? You’re unbelievable." Sophie’s voice turned saccharine. "Once we’re all living together, we’ll be a real family, Sister. Luke, didn't you bring something for her? Go on."

“I’ve carried your bullshit since I was eighteen. Maybe I’m done.” There’s a sting behind my eyes that I swallow down before it surfaces. “You’re only where you are because I put you there.” He laughs. Not kindly. “No. I’m here because I earned it. You just lit the match.” “Don’t rewrite history,” I hiss. “You wouldn’t have made it out of Yale without my money. My strategy. My name.” He stares at me. “Then maybe you should’ve picked a better heir.” That’s the thing about Nathaniel. He knows exactly where to stab. And he never hesitates.