The Inheritance Game Novels & Stories

"We go to the bank. We get the inheritance. We end this." Isabella shook her head. "It is not that simple." "Why not?" "Because the investors know about the inheritance. They have been looking for it for years." "Then we get there first." "They have guards. Cameras. Dogs." "Then we bring an army." Isabella looked at him. "Do we have an army?" Rex looked at Dimitri. Dimitri looked at Katerina. Katerina looked at Alexander. Alexander looked at me. I looked at them. At my family.

You know the direction. With love and complete respect — Elian Rhys and Dante Voss P.S. Tell Nino the same applies to her. The door doesn't check bylines. Elian sealed it. He looked at Dante across the kitchen table. "Her mother put the piece in the box," he said. "In front of her." "Yes," Dante said. "That's the mother passing the inheritance," Elian said. "The father's decision, the mother's keeping, the daughter's continuing. Three generations of the chain. The box is the link — the object that holds the inheritance until the inheritor is ready to receive it."

Nathaniel's Pov I sat across from Evangeline in my penthouse and watched her stare at the city lights like they could give her answers to questions she had not asked yet and I knew this conversation was going to change everything between us. We had been playing games for weeks now and the games were getting dangerous and eventually one of us was going to lose and losing in this family meant dying or disappearing or ending up in prison. I needed to make sure it was not me. And the only way to do that was to bind her to me so completely that she could not leave even if she wanted to.

“Then Marcus gets a Pyrrhic victory. He might get the inheritance, but he’ll lose the company. The board won’t follow him after this, they've seen who he really is.” After she hung up, Selene looked at Avalon. “Would it be okay If we lost the inheritance?” “Truthfully, I don’t know. That’s Pierce Holdings, everything Nene built and all I’ve protected for ten years.” “But would we be okay?” Avalon thought about that. “Yeah. We’d be okay. I have Nexus and I have enough money. We will survive.” “More than survive?” “Yeah. More than that.” Selene felt something release in her chest. She confirmed the inheritance mattered, but it wasn’t everything they were.

But all he’d gotten was a bunch of information he couldn’t decipher. The only thing he fully understood were the sentences that ended the letter: “…It's only right that you also have the chance to fight for the Inheritance.You’ll be competing against your half-brother. May the best man win. You always were and always will be a Hunter.” Then a warning: “Do not show this to anyone.” Always a Hunter. Yeah, right. Scott ground his teeth. Fresh pain drained the warmth from his chest. He only joined the inheritance race because he figured he could get answers about his mother.

That she was isolated, medicated, and vulnerable to influence. "Influence from who? We didn't even know about the inheritance until after she died." "They'll argue influence from Howard, from her doctors, from anyone who stood to gain from the restructured will. It doesn't have to be true. It just has to create reasonable doubt." After the lawyers left, Elena and Dominic sat in silence. "We could lose everything," Elena finally said. "After surviving assassination attempts and board coups and betrayals, we could lose it all to a legal technicality."

"Great work Gregory, this confirms that the Smiths are the descendants of Phoenix. Soon we will win." "But my Lord, Nicholae is here. He is trying to destroy our plans." "That won't happen." "How do you plan to use Emma?" "For now, I only need her trust. Once she starts believing me, I will use her to destroy Vlad." "My Lord, I think you expecting too much from Emma. She doesn't even know about the sword." "Of course, she won't know that. Her parents have not told her anything about it. Them living this life away from the main city, in a town like this, clearly shows what they want from their children. They don't want Emma to get involved in this mess."

Scott, warned. Seeing how her own lawyers had forced her down to her seat, Cassandra held her tongue in the next few minutes. When everyone was ready, Gabrielle's attorneys covered the reason for their meeting. "We are here today to negotiate Gabrielle Taylor's inheritance," said Mr. Scott. "Remember that in Braeton, forced inheritance is in place. And our client, Gabrielle Taylor, is the daughter of both Genevieve and Oliver Taylor. Yet, she has been denied out of her own house by her aunt, Cassandra Taylor."

I held it. Henry smiled. “If one dies first…” My stomach turned. “The survivor inherits everything.” Nicholas moved immediately in front of us. Evelyn drew her gun. Gabriel did too. Marcus pushed Ethan back. Because suddenly the entire shape of the game changed. I looked at Lydia. She looked at me. Two sisters. One inheritance. One year until twenty-five. And a clause that gave every person who wanted control a very simple solution. Kill one twin. Lydia squeezed my hand.

At first, they were fine—this is all based on Mom's stories—but after my grandparents passed away, Uncle Finn’s behavior worsened, becoming more violent over time. The plan for my grandparents' inheritance specified that the biological child would receive the largest share. Yes! Biological child. That included financial assets, real estate, and personal belongings. My mother married first, and my uncle was a foster child, so he did not receive the same inheritance as a biological child.