The Inheritance Games Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

War broke... People from different places fought untamed. All of them were fighting, just for the said ownerless and unseen Royal Crown. This certain Crown was left unworn since the last Royal Family of the Kingdom was assassinated by an unknown force, only after the youngest Royal Family member was born. It was said that they acquire unstoppable and unspecified sovereignty over all other kingdoms, which is said to be the main motive for the Royal Family's assassination.

Still, I forced a smile, clutching the folder to my chest as I left the office. As I stepped into the elevator, the weight of the folder felt like a victory. Finally, after weeks of planning and scheming, I had what I needed. The inheritance was within reach. The power was mine. This was my game now. And I wasn’t just playing to win—I was playing to destroy. Let the games begin.

Then, carefully, he read: > “To my sweet Alaya, You mean more to me than I was ever brave enough to show in public. You were the only peace I ever had in this world of masks, and it’s my deepest regret that I couldn’t be the man you deserved while alive. I cannot give you the world I promised — not from the grave — but I can give you what I built of it. To you, I leave all my personal properties, including my home, my estate vehicles, and art collections. I also leave you full ownership of Westwood Couture and all affiliated companies, holdings, and stock. You are now the sole inheritor of my shares in Westwood Holdings.” The room went dead silent. Alaya blinked. Her brain was still trying t

“Never mind, I’m coming over guy…we’re gonna have lots of fun tonight!” He said. “Alright bro…take it easy with this excitement, drive safely!” Dr Martins said, laughing as he hung up. He suddenly saw a message popping up on his screen. Opening it, he saw it was a message from Lucy; her account number. Quickly, he transferred 5 million to her. “That’s for you baby girl, there’s more to come.” He chuckled.

What game was he playing, proposing something so absurd? “Because I can help you get your inheritance.” His words stopped her cold. Autumn’s eyes widened as she tried to mask her shock. How did he know about her inheritance? “W-What are you talking about?” she shot back, louder than intended, hoping someone outside might hear. “You’re definitely drunk, you arrogant ass!” “You have an inheritance,” Elliot persisted, undeterred. “Your grandmother willed it to you, didn’t she?” Autumn’s gaze turned steely as she tried to recover, though curiosity flared beneath her mask of anger. “And what if I do?” she said mockingly. “Are you hoping to get your hands on it?”

"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.

One day, Nathan Robert received a call about the death of his father and that he has some inheritance. Nathan was not interested in owning any of his father's properties but his wife convinced him to accept it for their daughter’s sake. Nathan also knows that with his inheritance, Ria could get her eye surgery and he would even have enough to get a big space for wife’s sewing business and also live the good life they have always envisioned. Nathan got a lawyer and used his saving for the inheritance process. Everything was fine, he had received a call that he could have access to the money and they were happy their dreams would come true. But Frederick has hired this gang to make him sign th

"By sending cleaners to kill us on your island? That’s a strange way to show family love." "The cleaners were a test of your resolve, Darius," Ivy said, her voice smooth as silk. "And you passed. You protected my daughter. You showed that you are more than the sum of your father’s sins. But Ethan has already made his choice. He doesn't want your protection. He wants his inheritance." "Inheritance?" I looked at Ethan, my heart breaking. "What inheritance? There’s nothing left but blood and debt." Ethan reached into his coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. I recognized it instantly. It was the master ledger, the one our father had kept in the hidden wall safe. The one I thought had

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.

Stacy's eyes narrowed. “What truth?” Arthur walked away. “Some truths are better left buried.” Stacy remained standing. For the first time, she began to suspect that the inheritance wasn't simply about money. There was something much deeper. And her grandfather knew it. --- That night, Lucas returned to his private residence. He removed his jacket and placed it over a chair. His phone rang. James. “Milord.” “What happened?” “The trustees have scheduled the inheritance hearing.” “When?” “Three days.” Lucas nodded.