Novel & Cerita The Inadequate Heir

He held their hands and walked them to the stage before taking the microphone again. "Lol, I know I was funny, I can swear that this is the first time I acted that way in my entire life, Hannah, are you sure you are not controlling me? I'm now acting like a baby sick in love, hahaha." He laughed. "Okay, time to be serious, you see these two people, they are my biggest strength, yeah these past days has been hell for us, but together, we survived and we are going to survive more and more obstacles and we are going to fight till the very end, my Champ, my unknown Heir, if this should be a story, I will title you, the Billionaire's Unknown Heir, I so much love you, my child." Clark stated and k

He said "This is crazy! Real crazy!"Celine said feeling very furious "And there is one more thing Celine!" The lawyer said "What?" "You haven't forgot the condition your father made on your inheritance" he said "And what condition is that?"Nick asked "That Celine has to get married before she can claim any of her inheritance" "But that's bull shit!"Nick yelled out suddenly. "It isn't! It's the condition Mr Clifford made before he died"Stacey said "But that is maddness, how will Celine ever get to have her inheritance ,what if there is not a guy willing to marry her?"Nick said only to get a reproachfull look from the three.

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

What's wrong with your stupid brain, huh? Anna tried to straighten out the situation even though she couldn't control her emotions. 'Tch, you're still denying it. Why? Do you think I can't do it huh? You know it so well that I'm the heir to the Lawson group. You can get all the wealth that I will have once you become mine. So, you just submit to me and don't need much resistance to become mine.' Anna could only continue to stare and look for where all of Liam's crazy thoughts were coming from. Until... 'So tell me, how much would I have to give you, so I have a fucking night with you tonight?'

He asked. His mother shook her head. “How would you have known? You are practically the black sheep of the family. You never cared,” her voice was filled with anger. “You stopped caring first. You never cared about me, mother,” Adam hissed. “Listen, Adam,” his father took control of the situation, and they put up that clause that unless the next heir apparent acquires a wife in their 28th year, the wealth will be passed on to the next heir/heiress who meets the qualifications. In your case, we have stiff competition because your cousin, Glenda, is getting married next week at the age of 27. If we remove the family wealth from all our fortune, we will be left with barely anything. We are hang

, He forced himself to ask calmly. Patriach Anderson looked at this son of his whom he had initially chosen as the heir because he was ambitious and greedy and so, was easier to control and couldn't help but feel disappointed. He was so blinded by his ambition that he couldn't see the bigger picture! Did he not realise the precariousness of the situation their family was in right now?

She shrank back, shaking her head with her mane of white shaking as well, her lips moved with no sound. “She never listens to me,” I continued, the words burning as I said them, finally an outlet. “She doesn’t learn. She disgraces herself everyday and then I am left to clean up the mess. And you…” I laughed bitterly. “You refused to give birth to another, and then you’re a belligerent mess now and you can’t even harden her. Teach her the right way.” My fists clenched. “How do I get an heir,” I demanded, “when the bitch you gave birth to is a complete liability l? When she flees at the first real sign of consequence and aligns herself with fools and turns our allies to enemies?”

“But I was wrong, you abuse your power, use it to terrorise innocent people. We don’t do that Caden! We punish only those who take from us or who are dangers to us and other people. You don’t deserve to be the heir.” “Thefore I stripped you off that title and I’m declaring Asher as the new heir of the Tuhka’s empire. He showed how responsible and brave he is, by holding you accountable for your actions…” “What?” Henshal hissed, rising to his feet. “Are you shitting me right now?” “Henshal, language.” Grandma scolded him, growling. “Are you telling me none of you are seeing the injustice happening right now? I’m the first son! Six years older than this brat, who still happens to be in high s

“If this Inheritance Clause traces to both families, Blackwood through Victor’s funding and Hartman through Margaret’s mergers…then everything we built sits on their unfinished war.” “Which means the Alliance was doomed from its foundation,” I said quietly. Evelyn - Executive Floor By afternoon, the sky over London carried the flat tone of gathering rain again…the colour of consequence. Luca handed me the printed summary Damien compiled, each page heavier than paper should feel. His wound still forced him to favour one side, yet he stood as firm as ever. “I hope you’re sitting down before reading that,” he said. “I learned to read bad news standing,” I replied. “It keeps me from collapsing.”

HEIRS. A lineage list. Each name followed by years and titles. Passed down generation to generation. My eyes tracked downward. Further. Further. Until the final name. Ron Smith. Mr. Smith. Aidan stood so quickly the bed shook. “No.” He paced once, then twice, hands in his hair. “No.” “Aidan—” “This is impossible.” He snatched the paper, stared at it, then threw it back onto the bed. “My father?” he said, voice cracking into fury. “My father is heir to some centuries-old blood cult?”