The Inheritance Game Novels & Stories

The room remained deathly silent as I folded my hands on the table, surveying the faces around me. “Now,” I said, my voice calm but commanding, “let’s discuss the future of The Emperor’s Company. Shall we?” "Miss Laila if you're talking about inheritance law put your stepmom here and your step sister Mara also inherit it!" Mr Williams opposed. This game is becoming tougher than I thought! Mara’s lips pressed into a thin line, and Hamilton’s fake smile had all but vanished. They thought they could break me, but they underestimated me. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. This was about reclaiming what was rightfully mine—and making them pay for everything they’d done.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

The psychologist stood on principle and told Andrew at once. With the hush money in hand and Andrew's memories sharpening by the day, everything finally clicked into place. He invited Ivy to a setup dinner. It was her birthday, so she thought he had planned a party for her. She dressed to the nines and stepped into the banquet hall, only to find it empty. She stood there alone as the giant screen lit up with crash footage, and the one carrying Andrew from the wreck was me at 15. Ivy clapped a hand over her mouth, horror flooding her face, and she stumbled backward. She whirled to flee on instinct, only to find Andrew blocking the door.

Instead, there’s this strange, dry stillness inside me, like all the fights and back-and-forths and grudges have been wrung out and left somewhere else. I gave up on the inheritance the moment I found out there were multiple copies. That was the first time the game my father played became clear to me. He didn’t just want an heir. He wanted to watch me jump through hoops like some circus animal, wanted to see how far I’d go. When I realized the will wasn’t some holy script carved in stone, I decided it wasn’t worth the blood it was costing me. Now I know even that wasn’t the whole picture. And somehow? I really don’t care. Not about the money. Not about the old man’s twisted mind. All I care

She would learn what they hadn't told her about why information about her own birthright had been treated as privilege to be earned rather than inheritance to be claimed. The game had become more complex than royal education and political preparation. But she'd learned long ago that surviving complex games required understanding who was playing them and why. Some questions, after all, were too important to trust anyone else to answer honestly.

“And that’s why I’ve made a decision. Victor shall receive his due inheritance in its natural form,” I cupped my mouth with both hands. Miles turned to me. “What does it mean?” “It’s about to get interesting,” I replied with a sinister smile. Victor had a blank expression on his face. My Granpa cleared his throat loudly and continued. “My son, Richard received his inheritance in natural form and so did Grayham. In this family, we don’t give inheritance in equivalent to its current form. Every heir is given a certain percentage which he shall capitalize on to build or contribute to the empire,”

The questions on the paper were all intimate and inquisitive, and I didn't have a single idea how to answer them. Damn, I was fucked. The doctor continued, "Unfortunately, your brother and sister-in-law failed to acquire a 50% pass rate, which leaves me no choice but to give them couples therapy. Your grandmother has told me that your inheritance depends on this counseling session, so I suggest you take it seriously." I barely managed to suppress a curse after hearing her words. Thinking about the things depending on this mission, I knew I couldn't afford to lose. Theodore nodded. "Alright."

She seemed genuinely pleased to meet me, although her expression grew guarded when I mentioned wanting to discuss a new agreement. A few others joined us outside the hall. I explained that I wanted to hear what the pack thought about the old agreement and what they might want from a new one. Most listened without saying much. Finn, meanwhile, seemed more interested in me than in diplomacy. "So," he said, leaning against the porch railing, "are you staying around here?" "I inherited the cottage. That's generally how inheritance works." "I meant, are you planning to stay long-term?" "I haven't decided." "You should. I could show you some good places around here."

“Stacy!” Only breathing came through. “Stacy, speak!” A man's voice suddenly replaced hers. “Too slow.” Lucas's expression became cold. “Where is she?” “You're almost here.” “Let her go.” The man laughed. “You don't understand the game.” Lucas stared ahead. “What game?” “The Morgan inheritance.” Lucas's eyes narrowed. “You people still think this is about money.” “It always begins with money.” “And ends with blood.” The caller laughed. “You're learning.”

On the day my grandfather, who was the wealthiest man in this state, died, the entire family got into a huge fight over the inheritance. My father could not stop the fight, so he requested my mother’s support. When I arrived, my grandfather was lying motionless on the bed. He was not even changed into his funeral suit. My aunts were pulling on each other’s hair as they fought over the ownership of a building. My uncles were fighting over the Rolls-Royce car keys. The entire family looked like hooligans as they fought. My mother was holding gold bars as she yelled at me, “What are you waiting for? Take that gold ring off your grandfather’s finger!” I rubbed my hands and was just ab