The Inheritance Game Novels & Stories

"I am appalled and utterly revolted by what Ms. Hatfield and Mr. Daley have done. To stoop to such vile tactics to deceive their own brother—a young man who has just come of age and is mourning the loss of his mother—is simply unconscionable. "This is no longer a mere family dispute, but outright criminal conduct. Connelly Group's legal team will give Glenn their full support in pursuing this to the very end." The board members in the audience nodded one after another, for the weight of Connelly Group's stance was far too much to be taken lightly. The reporters scribbled furiously and had already come up with tomorrow's headlines. "Shocking Reversal in Inheritance Battle—Connelly Group Heire

“How do I get control of my inheritance?” Barrister Ethan nodded slowly, sipping his coffee before continuing. “Your grandfather was worried you'd marry wrong...one who'd only want you for what you have. He trusted your father to make the right choice for you. So, to get your inheritance, you need to marry a man your father approves of.” “What if I don't,” Audrey asked, her gaze locked onto Barrister Ethan's. Barrister Ethan's expression turned somber. “I’m afraid you don't get your share, it goes to Liam Erickson, your cousin.”

Intentional. A test. A warning. A promise. “Then what is?” he asked. Her eyes held his. Steady. Unflinching. “Survival.” And somewhere— Far beyond the walls of the penthouse— Someone watched. And realized— The game had just changed.

It wasn’t even just about truth. It was about inheritance. Not the kind written in documents. But the kind hidden in secrets. Buried in blood. And now— It belonged to me. Whether I wanted it… Or not.

Morgan to his cell, Angelic promised her dad that she would do everything to prove his innocence. The next day, William and Angelicp went back to Miss Eleonor Catwood's lab to see the result of her study about the candy. Miss Catwood was a pharmaceutical scientist who had been used to examining different types of medicines. She looked old at her age of 45 yet her brain was so clever that she was able to describe the candy by just looking at it. She said that it was not really a candy, it was formulated to kill human system particularly the internal organs including the major parts such as respiratory and nervous system. The candy was just a trick to cover the deadly particles.

It was all his plan to begin with. From her grandmother to herself, everyone was merely a player in the game he had created. The game of inheritance. He purposely made them all fought for it. His children and their wives were automatically out of the game because during their younger years, there was a huge fight going on which had their rights removed in an instant. She was too young to understand what it was, she only remembered the aftermath of it. Drinking her tea, she returned to face him once more. Her eyes gazed deep into his as she explained.

“What if it’s real, Alex? What if I inherited something that wasn’t rightfully mine? What if my grandfather… lied? Or… didn’t know?” He cupped my face in his hands, his thumb brushing away a tear I didn’t even realize had fallen. “Gina, you have nothing to feel guilty about. You inherited this estate legally. Your grandfather named you as the sole heir. That’s binding. We have the documentation. This man is probably fishing for a payday.” “But what if he isn’t?” I whispered. “What if Evelyn had a child? What if Grandpa knew and kept it a secret?” Alex was silent for a moment, his gaze intense as he considered that possibility.

Her grandmother had always been secretive about the book, even before this nightmare began. --- Evelyn’s Confession That evening, Anna confronted her grandmother in her quarters. Evelyn sat by the fireplace, her gaze distant, as if she were expecting the conversation. “Grandma,” Anna began, holding the book. “Where did this come from? Why do we have it?” Evelyn sighed, motioning for Anna to sit. “The Reflection Game is a legacy, Anna. Our family has been its keeper for centuries. It was entrusted to us by the last of the Seven Immortals.”

I think as I take a swig from the glass of whiskey in my hand, letting the burn steady me. I curse under my breath, my frustration building with every second. My mother. My family. This goddamn legacy I've inherited. It's all rotten. All of it. A cancer that's eaten away at my soul for far too long. And now, knowing what I know, the full weight of it feels unbearable. The Conti brothers...their disappearance, the secrets surrounding them. It's all tied back to us, to my mother, to this cursed family.

"I won't give you ROQ," "You should," he counters, "Walk away with your inheritance fund and let me handle the company, instead." "No." A sinister smile creeps across his face. "Very well. But remember, you asked for this." "I won't give you ROQ."