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The secret flame continued to flicker in the silence of the inheritance hall, and time continued to pass. Correspondingly, Halle’s aura grew stronger and mightier. “Insect Ruler, Wolf King, the most crucial part of the inheritance is about to begin. Be sure to concentrate and don’t let anything interfere!” Otto reminded them again. Andrius was fully focused, and Halle concentrated deeply. Suddenly just as Otto finished speaking, he shouted angrily, “Who goes there? Who dares trespass into the land of inheritance? Do you not value your lives?” Whoosh... Swoosh, swoosh...

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.”

"Read it, sweetheart." She averted her gaze back to the document as I watched her grey orbs running over each and every word in that document keenly. She softly placed the file on the table after reading it and her grey orbs looked at me more confusedly. "What is this?" I sighed and leaned to the table while keeping my interlocked palms on the table. "Inheriting the inheritance to the rightful heir." "What?" I sighed at her cluelessness. "You, as the daughter of Vincent Aslanov and the only person alive in the Aslanov family, inherits everything that is under the name of Aslanov. From single penny they owned to the infamous Aslanov world. Pardon my insult."

- Chapter 26: Favour & Tip - Darius's P.O.V Dinner went on without a hitch, I was a little surprised Elizabeth hadn't tried to insult me or Amoy. Maybe the discovery of her most prized grandchild's company going bankrupt left her more flush than she was willing to admit. I silently watched as everyone gathered around the piano watching Olivia play a sweet melody. She was also another one of Amoy's competitors, I only knew so little of her, though her parents, Joseph and Kayla never stopped bragging about her fashion business.

“How many inheritors are there? Alpha King said there were 23 parts of our… fae lord. So there must be 23 universal design books and inheritors, right? I suppose you are an inheritor as well?” “Yes, you are quite right. I am an inheritor, and I have received his soul from my father. I was a firstborn, you see. And yes, there should be twenty-three inheritors, but so far we have collected twenty universal designs and eighteen inheritors. And with you, it’s nineteen now, and that’s more than enough to summon the fae lord.” “So the fae lord isn’t summoned yet? I thought he was already here somewhere in this world?” I asked, and she broke into a bone-chilling laughter.

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

“It has already begun.” Aurora looked down at her phone. The screen had changed. Without anyone touching it. A countdown appeared. 71:59:42 She stared. “What is this?” Elias answered quietly. “The inheritance protocol.” The timer continued counting down. Second by second. Lucien’s instincts screamed. “What happens when it reaches zero?” Elias looked directly into Aurora’s eyes. “The Archive opens completely.” Alexander frowned. “And if she refuses?” Elias didn’t answer immediately. Instead… His expression became unexpectedly sad.

“If someone’s using his name, this is where it starts. Every alliance. Every ledger. Every debt my father ever called in.” “You’re not responsible for what he built.” Her eyes flicked up, sharp as steel. “Aren’t I? His empire was built on the blood of men who swore loyalty to Vittore. And those same men are now swearing to his ghost. That’s not a coincidence. It’s inheritance.” She dropped the ledger onto the desk with a soft thud. “If I can trace the funding, I can cut the head off this ghost before it spreads.” Her determination struck something inside me — something both protective and proud. “You’re thinking like a boss.”

Gaspare continued watching me with that same half-smile. The broken glass cut into my palm. The blood flowing from my hand pulled my crumbling sanity back from the edge. I dropped the bottle. Gaspare nodded with satisfaction. "I knew you'd be more sensible than she was." … After that day, I stopped resisting. I accepted every arrangement Gaspare made for me. I was just a fake heiress with a borrowed name in the Toscano family, so trying to take down Gaspare on my own was impossible. I had no power, no resources.

“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”