The Heir Who Said No Novels & Stories

I don't really know this lady but I love her already. "Anyways we had to make a stop and then come here, if he could take me back home he definitely would but I am grateful there wasn't time" "He could have let you go yourself but he didn't. Maybe that's something" "That's nothing. He just wants to make sure I get rid of it, he goes with all of us" what a douchebag. "Doesn't he want an heir? I mean he is Don" "He does have an heir. He doesn't want competition so I guess that's why"

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

"A woman was about to die, at my hands, because of your rash, solitary decision, and you say it's none of my business?" "I just wanted to leave," Khaid insisted stubbornly. "You can't just leave! It’s your family legacy! You are the Heir!" Khaid scoffed. "Heir my foot." "This is not the time to be nonchalant!" she snapped. Khaid lost it. He slammed the laptop shut and yelled, the sound vibrating through the lounge. "I'm just tired! Tired of everything! Tired of the bloodshed, the inherited feud, and this bloody unspoken anxiety that hangs over us!"

The grand finale was about to begin. And in the heart of the mansion, the "Invisible Heir" was waiting to deliver the final, absolute slap to the woman who had tried to harvest her world.

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

He decided that He will go to the accounts department to pay the fees & run back before 2nd class starts. “Hey loser, where are you running away?” A voice came from behind. Michael looked towards that direction. It was Andria Nilson, one of the rich & arrogant girls of the class.She was very beautiful with a good figure & long slender legs. Her face was so cute that one can’t get angry on her even if they want. She was a perfect combination of cuteness & boldness. But as a Rich Dad’s daughter, she had that egoistic nature. “He must be leaving the class. We all know that he can’t afford the fees.” one student said.

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

Her mind raced with countless thoughts, but one thing was clear: her father was like a stubborn weed that refused to be uprooted, no matter the effort. "What was going through your head when you publicly announced yourself as the Emerson heiress?" her father’s voice cut through her thoughts. He remained calm, gazing out the window, his tone almost casual. "Do you even realize we’ve already found the true heir?" "Well, she'll die soon enough," Cessair replied nonchalantly. "And when she does, I’ll be the last one standing."

“This has been the law for years, even before you were born! An heir shows stability, you know that!” “Who says I don't have an heir?” I shot back, stomping my cig butt in an ashtray, suddenly uninterested in smoking. “Luca is my heir, he may not be here but he is! So, quit this nonsense. No more talks about a new heir or whatsoever. And if anyone wishes to challenge me for this spot, he should meet face to face with me and stop sending you to his job like some errand boy.” “Don!” He gasped as my insult settled in, his face turning redder as he shot up from his chair. “You will regret this! You'll pay dearly for your insolence!”

“It’s an order,” “No... no, I won’t. Please leave, “ I muttered silently, running my hands through my hair. “I won’t leave until we’ve had an agreement, young lady.” He said, pausing abruptly as if he wanted to think for a while. “Xavier is going to be the heir of my assets one day, and I wouldn’t want an incompetent lady to be by his side when the time comes,” he finished off with a chuckle. I let out a small gasp, gripping the fabric of my dress to keep my hands from trembling.