The Inheritance Game Novels & Stories

It seemed that the uncle he had beaten up earlier still had the energy to scream like before. He turned to Eddie's parents, his voice pleading. "Please, you have to understand. We didn't mean to hurt Luna. We just wanted a fair share of the inheritance." Eddie's father looked at him coldly. "The inheritance is not a game," he said. "It's a responsibility. And only the heir who can prove themselves worthy is chosen." Eddie's uncle looked at him with desperation. "But I can prove myself worthy," he said. "Just give me a chance."

Just one: Inheritance. She stared at it. Inheritance wasn’t about capital. It was about ideology. Control versus transparency. Protection versus exposure. Love versus architecture. Inside, Alessandro’s phone vibrated. Dante’s response. He read it slowly. Then looked up at Elara. “He agreed,” he said quietly. “To what?” she asked. “To the summit.” Silence. “He wants it at the townhouse.” Of course he did. Legacy ground. Elara nodded once. “Good,” she said softly.

I couldn’t see cryus expression but I could hear him sighing in relief. “it’s just you, I thought it was my wife,” he replied in relief. Ivan clicked his tongue, “the wife whose inheritance you are plan to snatch, that’s so evil of you Cyrus,” “Between you and I, we both know you are the most evil one,” Cryus replied with a grunt. He began to whisper something to Zara but I couldn’t hear their conversation. “You wouldn’t be offended if I actually stole your wife from you would you?” Ivan said with a smile, he glanced at me with a playful look in his eyes.

"It's me." My tone was firm, but there was helplessness in it, too. The three of them were so angry that they nearly hit me. "We think it's you, too, but the point is the Coxes will kill you!" They paced around anxiously. "They clearly already drafted the billion-dollar inheritance agreement. They're just waiting for the heiress to sign it. So why would they kill you the moment you're confirmed as the heiress?" Rebecca clutched her head.

I said, the words tasting like ash. "Do you know what it is?" he pressed, his voice a low thrum that vibrated in the quiet room. My mind flashed to before. My father's vague warning about a "secret inheritance" tied to my marriage to Enid. He’d never given details. I’d been too angry, too desperate to escape, to ask. I swallowed, my throat dry. "What other inheritance? It’s the one you’re sitting on." I gestured weakly at his chair, at the empire of Kane Global surrounding us. "That seat belongs to me. That’s what he promised, and you already have it."

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.

At one point, Montez leaned subtly toward her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Why does he look at you like that?” Her breath caught. “You’re imagining things.” But Montez’s hand tightened over hers beneath the table, his suspicion unrelenting. Yanov raised his glass. “To partnerships,” he said. “Old and new.” Crystal clinked around the table. But when Yanov’s gaze locked with Amira’s across the rim of his glass, the message in his eyes was unmistakable. Amira’s stomach knotted as she forced herself to sip her wine. They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

The screen changed. A live video appeared. Daniel was being dragged toward a dark corridor. A second man opened a metal door. Beyond it was a room filled with smoke. Elena screamed. “No!” Richard looked at her. “Choose.” The countdown reached its final minute. 01:00. Elena looked at Adrian. Then at her mother. Then at Daniel. She couldn't lose them all. She stepped forward. “I know where the inheritance is.” Adrian turned sharply. “Elena, no!”

"Dad—" "Let me finish," he said gently. "I need you to promise me something, and I need to hear you say it, while I can still hear you say it properly." He held her gaze, his grip on her hand weaker now but no less certain than it had ever been. "Keep choosing correctly. Even when it costs you considerably more than two hundred million dollars. Even when nobody's watching, and nobody would ever know if you chose the easier thing instead. That's the entire inheritance, Wren. Not the archive. Not the network. Just that — choosing correctly, over and over, specifically because it's harder, until it isn't your choice to make anymore either, and you're the one teaching somebody else exactly how t

I wanted to keep the secret of the mate bond a little longer, so it wouldn’t be tainted by others' thoughts and feelings, so I provided a half-truth instead. “I don’t know if you know this but my dad lost his fucking mind and decided to hold a game which he calls ‘The Mating Game’ where Miles and Orion have been competing for my hand in marriage. They had to come back for this meeting with you so they brought me along to meet the pack since I’m going to be a wife to one of them.” “More like both,” Lex purred with a sultry snicker. “Don’t get me started with you. We will discuss what just happened later,” I shot back my reprimand.