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he stated, slamming his hands on his table. “I—I thought you…” I stuttered, moving back two steps in disbelief. I never expected my father to admit it to my face. He knew I was secretly ridiculed for being weak and dependent but he said it without any restraints. “I should have had a son as my heir. You can't rule alone, it's not possible.” He raised his head, thrusting his arms out with a cold expression “So get back in there and find a worthy man as a mate.” “If I had a son I wouldn't have to worry about the safety of my pack,”

“He wanted me to take over as the rightful heir. I told him I’m already successful on my own. He said then he’d leave the inheritance to my offspring. I tried to reject that too—I have more than enough for our children and their children. He said he’d accept it if they rejected it themselves when the time comes. He sounded… desperate. Hopeless.” Charlotte was quiet for a long second. “It’s very sad,” she said softly. “He neglected his rightful heir for so long, and now that he needs one, you turned it down. What’s he supposed to do with all that wealth?”

Theodor, a 29-year-old man, is the first grandson of Gilbert Jansen Burg, the owner of Burg Corporation, and has been named the company's heir. That doesn't necessarily make Theodor big-headed or dependent on his family. Theodor felt he was carrying a Very Heavy mandate, so he always wanted to feel perfect at every opportunity. Theodor was such a genius that his grandfather felt. He had made no mistake in choosing the heir to his fortune. "My grandson, you're finally home. How was the company today?" "Yes, as usual. Very busy." Theodor said. "Good, good. You're a child genius." Gilbert complimented.

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But the clauses below it were what made her breathing slow down and become deliberate. *In the event of Elias Rhodes predeceasing the testator, or dying without direct issue within ten years of inheritance, all assets shall pass to any proven biological heir of the extended Rhodes line, including but not limited to any heir not previously publicly acknowledged.* She read that sentence three times. Below it, in a separate addendum dated two years later, in her mother's solicitor's hand: *Liora Adaeze Rhodes, born* and then her birth date, and the name of the hospital, and a DNA verification reference number attached as an exhibit.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

Tall. Dark-haired. Confident. Dangerously charming. Unfortunately, he knew it. Alex blamed Alicia. Alicia blamed Alex. Zara blamed genetics. Aiden blamed nobody because he enjoyed the benefits too much. The young man had somehow inherited Alex's looks and Alicia's stubbornness. A combination that should have been illegal. He was finishing his final year at Columbia University and had spent the last six months insisting he was too busy for relationships. Which was why Zara was currently behaving like she'd uncovered government secrets.

"When did I ever say I'd pay your debts? You were the one who got greedy, chasing a quick buck. Why should I take the fall for your screw-up?" "You didn't say it? You were the one giving me your word, patting yourself on the chest. You were the one playing the good guy to win me over. And now you're backing out?" "Playing the good guy? You were just trying to get close to me because you thought I was the real heir. The second you found out I wasn't, you ran faster than anyone. Who are you to talk down to me? I don't have money—figure it out yourself."

'But he does know that you've made a will leaving everything to him, all the shares in the bank? David shook his head again. 'Snd after what you've just told me, I am having second thoughts. I need an Heir to carry on after me at the bank and you need a father for your baby. The child will have my blood in his veins afterall, it seems a perfect solution to both our problems, don't you agree? So, Sharon, will you marry me?' She almost thought for a moment that she hadn't heard him correctly and she didn't answer, just looked at him blankly.

Out of nowhere, I say, “I’m curious about…the lost heirs.” “Pff. Probably some dumb kids that got lost in the woods or something,” he says, and adds, “I think all the answers we need to know about our… distant relatives are all in that house. Even though it’s not on display, they have to have a storage unit where they keep all their albums and whatnots.” I nod and turn my eyes back to the manor, a mischievous look infringing on my expression. “Race you back?” I grip the reins readily.