Novel & Cerita The Inadequate Heir

" - Yes, that's right. Isabella said, with a growing sense of confusion. “There's only one detail... I just learned that Mrs. Sinclair has not formalized the succession of inheritance and assets, so legally you are not the heir. She is only his granddaughter and has no power to claim guardianship over Mrs. Sinclair's children. The lawyer explained, visibly sorry for the situation. "What...?" What does that mean? Isabella's pulses quickened and a lump formed in her throat. "That means that even though the grandmother announced that you were the heir to the family, she never left it legally registered. All the fortune and the direction of the family continue to fall on her. Aiden explained, sl

He doesn’t hide the fact that he wants a son, and he rubs it in her face that she is not the child he wants. Yes, he loves and cares for her. He practically gives her everything she needs and more. But that’s all she gets, just his money. He never trained her to take over, instead, he got a man of his choice, a man he thinks can carry on his legacy. He knew we were friends, but I was obviously not good enough to be his heir and son-in-law. Treating her that way was a mistake, and I used it to my advantage and got her to believe my lies.

My shoulders pulled against the stitches. “I need you to work for me.” “What kind of work?” “I’ve looked into you. You’re perfect for this.” She nodded at the phone. “That’s Celeste and my son, Elias. Five months ago, he was in a bad accident. He woke up from a coma a week ago, but his memory is still broken. The only thing he remembers clearly is her.” She tapped the picture. “She disappeared around the same time as the accident. It’s causing problems for the company.”

That was not something that was just easily digested, and yet I was being forced to do so. “Something that you need to understand. Strength does not come based on who you are with. It does not come based on Caspian being your lover. The alpha is your husband. Whether or not he wants to admit that now does not make a difference. He can have 1000 mistresses, not one, I'm saying a thousand. And in the end he's going to be yours, yours alone. She's going to have to accept that eventually he is going to do so too. In the end, the legitimate son is going to be the heir.” She said, and I shook my head. She was being manipulated by something that she should not be manipulated by. “Daniella, do you u

Especially those who are greedy with the position, since Dean is just the nephew of Vincent King, the Vice President of King Corporation, they questioned Dean’s illegitimacy of being the CEO, and all of the opposing side is led by Director Reed. Director Reed fumed in anger after hearing how his daughter got rejected and humiliated in front of everyone. And Hannah, being a spoiled brat, didn’t really tell her father every detail. She didn’t mention that Dean’s rumored boyfriend was none other than Sean Willimas—the eldest and one of the heirs of Empire Group of Companies.

A sick smile decorated his face as if truly he did truly enjoy imagining that. “It’s a really fucked up situation.” He said, letting out a breathy laugh. “You father takes the most important thing from them. Your dad kills himself too quickly to have paid for his crime. Which I doubt would have covered up for the loss. Adrian is forced to run very hot and cold towards his archenemies daughter, he could indirectly hate you and yet you’re still the one girl who reminds him closely of what the good old past was like…such a battle. I chewed over what he said. The quiet weighed heavy with the words that had just been uttered. I wet my dry lips with my tongue before speaking.

“The Frostman family stands for honor and loyalty. Your ancestors fought for this country….and you spend your days causing trouble? How will you face them?” She stuffed another chestnut into her mouth, covering her ears dramatically. “You’re still unmarried at your age. Three forms of unfilial behavior …the worst is having no heirs. How will you face your ancestors?” He nearly choked from anger. “That’s not the same thing!” She stepped closer, whip in hand, tapping it lightly against him before lifting his chin. Her smile turned sly….mischievous, dangerous. “Doctor Quinn… How about this? I’ll marry you. Once I do, I’ll listen to everything you say. You want me to be obedient? Done. That way…

The members who accompanied Alden to the chamber all flinched back, covering their eyes from the light. Her voice soft, yet powerful echoed through the air“An heir is needed. ”her words filled with certainty.Alden’s Heart raced and then came the next shock “ from your rejected mate, or else you will remain ill and lose leadership to your pack.”His eyes flew open, cold shivers ran down his spine, cold sweat formed in his palms, and the words crashing into his mind. His mate?, the one he had rejected moons ago?, How could she be the solution? He thought.

They deemed him unfit to be the heir because he lacked that cruel edge necessary to lead. What they didn’t know was that he was not incapable. The occasion simply never occurred for him to demonstrate. Edmund smiled, the kind that even Sophie had never seen before. “How can you expect to build a lasting empire when you don’t even realise the foundation you built with?” His fingers moved swiftly through the screen, then his phone. In an instant, several messages were sent. He was just sending finishing touches when he received a familiar message. A welcomed one. Soon, the door opened to reveal Mrs. Withaker, walking in with a bouquet on one hand, and Oliver Blackwood on the other.

"Your mother never did learn how to run a house properly either. I suppose some things don't pass down." Seven years ago that sentence would have put me on the floor. I would have carried it for days, turned it over at night, let it become one more brick in the wall I'd built around anything to do with my mother. I knew what was in the ledger now. I knew what was in the account records, the clinic files, the doctor's notarized statement sitting in a locked drawer in Adrian's office. I knew exactly how much Margaret Harrington had taken from a woman who never got the chance to run any house at all. I looked at her and said, "You'd know better than most people how a house gets run."