The Inheritance Game Novels & Stories

Everyone’s phone went off at once. "What?" Liam’s fiancée, Chloe, frowned, moving closer to his side. I looked down at my phone. A blood-red scale appeared on the screen. [Welcome to The Last Zombie: Final Reckoning.] [Detected: 15 members of the Sterling family.] [Objective: Eliminate all zombies. The last player standing inherits the entire family fortune.] [Current Asset Valuation: $12.7 Billion.] The living room went dead silent. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Liam tried to close the app, but the screen wouldn't budge. "Who made this?"

“No idea. I’ve never liked him. My mother ordered a watch from his studio once—he delivered absolute garbage.” “I remember he’s usually a coward. For him to barge in like this, shouting at his father… he’s really done for now.” Someone cut straight to the point. “A new heir shows up to split the inheritance. Of course he can’t sit still.” “So that means Violet isn’t his daughter—she must be his sister’s kid.” “Right. He was never favored to begin with. Now a niece appears? He’s completely pushed out.” Speculation crashed in from every direction, wave after wave, swallowing the room whole.

According to Ryan’s investigation, the Schmidt family really had a daughter who died young, and the cause of death was hereditary heart disease. The reason I disappeared from the world was that I took her place. But this did not matter anymore. After all, all the properties of Schmidt Corporation that were transferred overseas had finally been given to me. Although I could never step out of the mental hospital again, this time, nobody could bully me again.

“I cleaned up his messes. I stood by when he tore through board members like they were disposable. I defended him in public when he didn’t deserve it. And for what?” “A slap in the face,” Marcus said quietly. “No,” I said. “A knife in the back.” Debra finally set her glass down, tone softening. “Darling, you know how your grandfather was. This—this girl—she’s a move. A piece in a much bigger game. She’s a fraud,” she says without preamble. “There’s no way George left it to her without being manipulated. We need to contest it.” “We can’t.” Marcus sighs. “Did you not hear the part about disincentives? Anyone who contests her inheritance loses everything.”

I whispered, my voice thick with a dark, terrifying promise, "I will burn that entire corporate tower to the ground with every soul inside it." "They will not touch me," she murmured, her lips brushing against mine, a soft, intoxicating promise that sealed the deal. "Because by the time they realize the Ghost is in the room, the game will already be over." For the next four hours, the bunker became a war room. Working side by side, our minds perfectly aligned, we systematically dismantled the lives of five board members. I drafted the legal documents, using my personal encryption keys to create an ironclad executive proxy that transferred my full voting weight to Aria Thorne for the duration

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Mr. Blackwood. If you want anything from the inheritance, you must inherit it all.” Julian’s anger flared, but he forced himself to stay composed. “I understand that, but I don’t want the business. I just need…” “I understand your frustration, Mr. Blackwood,” the man interrupted, his tone final. “But the inheritance is all or nothing. You either take it all, or you leave it.” With a bitter sigh, Julian ended the call. His mind was spinning, and the frustration of his situation felt suffocating. He didn’t want the business, didn’t want to be tied to the past but in the end, it seemed like that was the only way out.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

Earn your inheritance. “What the hell? This is such bullshit!” I had to earn my inheritance? By running a business?! Illegally?! There was no way in hell. No way in hell would I steal that patent. No way in hell would I rip Edwards’s life’s work off. This was all too much and I was out! No inheritance was worth this. I was able to learn some information about Edwards’s cross-breeding process, but nothing that I could use to recreate it. I didn’t even have the faintest idea what the hell I was doing or how I could possibly steal a patent, not that I would want to anyway.

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.