Novel & Cerita The Inadequate Heir

"Aria, I love you. How could you think I would let anyone banish you from North Hiltonwood?" She cried, "Perhaps you would do everything you could to stop it, but Andrew, that would be the council's decision, not yours." I knew she was right. This rule existed, and my parents were adamant about having an heir. "Aria," I sighed, hugging her again and caressing her back. "I didn’t know what to do, Andrew," she continued. "I know, and I understand," I replied finally. "But you don’t need to worry, Aria. You are my wife, and I have no intention of letting you go. We will face this together, and we will find a solution, I promise," I said earnestly.

He was much thinner, dressed in a plain shirt and jeans, with no trace of the wealthy heir he once was. "Thank you for agreeing to see me," he said, rising with a bitter smile. I sat down. "Get to the point." "The Blackwood Group went bankrupt," he said with a self-deprecating laugh. "The estate is sold, the company is gone. My mother lives in a small apartment now." "And?" "I married Isabella," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I pushed her at the wedding. Her baby was born premature and died at birth. But now…she's pregnant again. It's really my child this time."

I will love you more than a mother and father's love. *** Lia has tried several times to draw a wedding dress for Nathan's fiancée. But she always failed to draw a perfect one. Everything she drew had something missing and the designs weren't right. Annoyed, she tore the drawing again and threw it in the trash. She tried another one. But again, she failed. It's always failed! Damn it! Disgusted, Lia threw the torn piece of the sketch pad again. What the hell, Lia? Focus, please!!!

I sat down slowly at Celeste's table, because the reframing was heavy and I needed to hold it properly. Adrian was not an opportunist who had discovered a prize. He was the third founder's heir, moving on what he had been raised to believe was a birthright. That explained the patience. That explained the wanting nothing else. A man pursuing his inheritance does not want things along the way. He wants only the estate. "There is more," Celeste said. "And this is the part I have never been able to take to anyone, because there was never anyone alive who could act on it."

But that doesn't effect me even a bit. I walked towards him and looked into his eyes. "Why the hell are you only the heir of Paulsen empire? What about us? " i sighed and shook my head in disappointment. "I can understand that grandpa and dad are grown up old generations. They have orthodox mentality but you're of this generation. You know everything but never tried to correct this. Have you ever asked Dad that why i am only the heir of these whole empire? What Athena? Evelyn? Amelia?"

It held a single yellow legal pad, an uncapped black rollerball pen, and a faded photograph his mother had mailed him from the coast a week ago—Damien at four years old, his dark hair messy, wearing the exact, intense jawline that Eli had inherited, staring off-camera at something he had deemed worthy of his absolute, unbroken concentration. Damien had looked at that photograph for a decade on this desk without truly seeing the boy in it. For eleven years, he had been the brilliant, untouchable Damien Voss, a man who moved markets with a casual signature, who commanded a skyscraper on the forty-eighth floor, who had signed a set of divorce papers without asking a single question because he b

Mr Howell asked angrily. “Dad…I don’t need to tell Susan everything just because she’s the CEO…I..I’m a man dad, stop placing a woman over me.” He replied angrily. “She’s holding my position, dad…I should be the CEO since I’m your only son and heir…not her!” He added. “Until you become serious with your life then I’ll consider your request!!” Mr Howells shouted back in anger. “She’s more intelligent and hardworking than you are even though she’s married and has a child.” He said.

"Poor girl, married to a man who can't perform. And here we thought Adrian was trying to change his fate." Umm, what? Oh, the rumor thing again. Even his own family believed he was unable to... well. An older looking man who looked a lot like Adrian, probably his father, leaned in, his gaze sharp. "You do understand, my dear," He quirked an eyebrow at me, "that without an heir, Adrian stands to inherit nothing. It's best if you recognize your place in this family. Without a child, you're nothing more than a temporary embarrassment."

"Not a day passed before Hartford was anxiously on my doorstep crying off!" "I suppose I'm thinking of something else," Adeline said after a moment. Her brow furrowed with thought. To her way of thinking, her grandson had been dragging his feet about providing a proper heir. Hardwick would not do as an heir, no, he would just not do, and Adeline frequently became almost ill at the thought of him inheriting the estates. "Well," Cassy was saying, claiming the duchess's attention again, "here I am, not even promised, with my future grim and bleak. Can't you just see me as an old tabby in Jonathan's house, living off scraps of affection from his children?"

Micah straightened his tie and went into presentation mode. “Here is everything I have gathered about Mr.— and his new family. He was already having an affair with his current wife while his first wife was still alive. They even had two children together then, and he hid it from his family. And when his first wife died, he hurriedly married his mistress and brought her and their two children home. Their first child, a girl, is older than Annabel and Daniel, while the son should be the same age as Annabel and Daniel, and he’s the one down with kidney failure.” “That bastard, he had a whole family behind his family’s back,” I said coldly. “Find out the cause of Annabel’s mother’s death.”