The Inheritance Games Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Especially those who are greedy with the position, since Dean is just the nephew of Vincent King, the Vice President of King Corporation, they questioned Dean’s illegitimacy of being the CEO, and all of the opposing side is led by Director Reed. Director Reed fumed in anger after hearing how his daughter got rejected and humiliated in front of everyone. And Hannah, being a spoiled brat, didn’t really tell her father every detail. She didn’t mention that Dean’s rumored boyfriend was none other than Sean Willimas—the eldest and one of the heirs of Empire Group of Companies.

he questioned, his voice laced with amusement. “let me see, A woman alone, with such a dangerous husband. And a past that’s about to unravel.” “What are you talking about?” “Oh, just a little something I’ve been researching. About your dear Aunt Zulu. And your charming Uncle Gideon. Such a devoted family, wouldn’t you say? Especially when it comes to… inheritances.” Natalie’s breath hitched. Inheritance? Her parents? “You’re lying,” she whispered, trying not to put together the puzzle pieces he wanted to see, but a cold dread was already coiling in her gut.

"And what do you think takes an empire, Lord Montgomery?" ​Montgomery leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper. "Legacy, my dear Chairwoman. Your grandfather thought he destroyed the core ARES files thirty years ago. He thought he could bury our names in a Swiss vault. But legacies have a habit of bleeding through the cracks." ​He glanced down at his platinum wristwatch, then looked back up at Maya with a chilling, victorious smirk. ​"Enjoy the party, Mrs. Vance-Harrington. The real auction hasn't even begun."

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g

“You have forty eight hours. After that, my memory of the cellar grows conveniently vague. And the people who want those ledgers buried forever will not be as patient as I am.” I turned toward the door, every instinct screaming that the walls themselves were listening to our conversation. "Aurielle, wait." Elena’s final words followed me like a blade between the shoulders. "The only way to keep your son is to destroy the inheritance."

"Shocking Reversal in Inheritance Battle—Connelly Group Heiress Turns the Tide for Her Fiance." Abigail lowered her head and whispered into my ear, so quietly that only the two of us could hear, "Don't be afraid, Glenn. I'll handle everything. I won't let anyone hurt you again." I nearly gagged. Of everyone there, she was the most nauseating. In my previous life, I thought she was my last lifeline. But instead, she delivered me straight back into the clutches of Samantha and Howard. That was when I learned they had been in cahoots all along, all for the massive inheritance tied to my name.

My eyes narrrowed. “Fourteen down,” Grandma said, her voice wobbling. “‘Inheritance.’ Eleven letters.” My head snapped toward her. She looked back at me with wide innocent eyes and I kicked the bed frame again. Nate filled in INHERITANCE without noticing anything. Grandma watched him write with desperate tenderness, her eyes going from his hands to my stomach and back, over and over. I just stared at the crossword until the letters blurred. Then Nate dropped his pen. It rolled off the tray and under Grandma’s bed.

Amelia's eyes moved across the pages, but her mind struggled to follow. "This… what is this?" she asked quietly. Gregory's voice stayed calm. "Your inheritance." The word did not land properly at first, but then it did. Her inheritance. She looked up quickly. "No… that's not possible. My grandfather was not wealthy like this." Gregory did not react. He simply waited. Amelia shook her head again. "He lived simply. He never talked about business or companies." "That was intentional," Gregory said softly. Her brows pulled together. "Intentional?"

“Mama… she said the other one is awake now. And she’s looking for you.” Savannah held her child close, heart clanging against her ribs. Colton entered, drawn by instinct. “What is it?” “She’s remembering things she’s never been told,” Savannah whispered. Colton looked at Eva’s pale face. “It’s started.” Savannah’s voice was hollow. “What has?” He looked between them. “The inheritance. Not of blood. Of memory.” Eva closed her eyes and said, “The girl in glass is bleeding again.”

A screenshot from a private channel. A single line posted by an account labeled OXYGEN_ADMIN: Tomorrow, 10 a.m. — The Heir speaks. Attached was a thumbnail. A still frame from Noah’s finalist gallery. My hands went cold. My face went hotter. Luca’s voice went winter‑calm. “They’re not done.” I looked at my father’s letter again—protection over pride—and felt the baby shift as if agreeing with the only language my body and my mind shared. “No,” I said, and it came out like a vow. “They don’t get him.”