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“Ariana Sterling secures guardianship.” “Jackson Sterling, named heir of Robin Sterling’s business assets.” Elara’s stomach dropped. “What?” The head official adjusted his glasses. “As Robin’s only adult son, Jackson inherits controlling shares. As for you, Miss Sterling—you will receive inheritance upon reaching legal age.” Laughter rippled faintly. Felicia smirked behind her mother’s shoulder. Elara shot to her feet. “That’s theft! He wanted me to inherit—” Ariana’s gaze cut sharp as a knife. “Sit down, child.”

"The... the override... it’s... it’s renaming the shares... it’s assigning the entire corporate liability to the clone line..." "That’s the deal, Dad," I whispered, leaning my face against the glass cylinder until my hot breath fogged the view of his silver hair. "You sold the heiress to the highest bidder. Now the buyer is here to audit the books." The child in my arms let out a sharp, suffocating gasp as the data-stream fractured into forty thousand different individual code-paths, her tiny, scarred chest heaving as the weight of the open-source rebellion began to unpick her inheritance line by line. She looked up at me, her wide, brown eyes finally losing their cold, adult calculation, he

“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.

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."

They were all sitting in the living room, looking like they owned the place. “I want all of my mother's properties,” I demanded, trying to sound confident. My father sneered at me. “You have no right to request anything,” she spat. “You are just a disgraced daughter who's been in prison for three years. You are not even worthy of being called a member of this family.” I felt a surge of anger, but I tried to keep my cool. “I'm my mother's daughter,” I said, my voice firm. “And I deserve to inherit her properties. Including this house,”

She was an archivist of sins, he murmured. Elara swallowed hard. “She stole this.” “No,” he corrected gently. “She preserved it.” The next file was worse. Audio. Her mother’s voice, young, steady, carrying authority that unsettled her even now. If you’re hearing this, it means I didn’t get to finish what I started. Elara’s breath hitched. Cassian’s hands tightened slightly at her shoulders, grounding her without claiming. Damian Locke will try to convince you this is about money. It isn’t. It’s about leverage. It’s about men who believe power absolves them.

"She's just an adopted child picked up off the streets. Does he deserve all this?" "Hey, old hag. What are you talking about?" Darius interrupted, clearly offended by Audie's words. "This woman is telling the truth that you don't deserve the inheritance. The child in my daughter's womb is the one entitled to inherit." "In her womb?" Audie's statement sparked a significant discussion, with various perceptions and speculations arising from the crowd. "Audie, shut up. Don't make a scene. The child is not necessarily Gamma's. It could be someone else's child," Lady Maheswara tried to calm the situation and side with what she thought would be in her favor.

“How do I get control of my inheritance?” Barrister Ethan nodded slowly, sipping his coffee before continuing. “Your grandfather was worried you'd marry wrong...one who'd only want you for what you have. He trusted your father to make the right choice for you. So, to get your inheritance, you need to marry a man your father approves of.” “What if I don't,” Audrey asked, her gaze locked onto Barrister Ethan's. Barrister Ethan's expression turned somber. “I’m afraid you don't get your share, it goes to Liam Erickson, your cousin.”

My stomach turned violently. I clenched my fists under the table, nails digging into my palms. “You all are disgusting.” Lucy just laughed, delighted by my revulsion. I turned to the lawyer. “And if I refuse?” He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. “As stated, the entire inheritance, including all assets, will transfer to Mrs. Vale and Mr. Coleman.” Lucy sighed, feigning pity. “And then what, Reina? No money, no protection. What do you think happens to pretty little girls who suddenly find themselves powerless?”

"So, here is what you need to do. First, you keep that pregnancy quiet. Don't let a whisper of it reach Desmond or Vivian until you have a plan. Use it, but don't flaunt it. Let it be your shield." Her grip tightened on my arm. "Second, you get your own money. The money your grandmother left you in the will—the one that's in the family trust? It's yours to access. Your parents never told you, but the clause is there. You have your own inheritance. Go to the family lawyer tomorrow. His name is Alistair Finch. Tell him I sent you. He will get you access. You need your own resources if you're going to fight." I stared at her, my mind reeling. Inheritance? Alistair Finch? This was a lifeline bei