The Inheritance Games Audiobook Novels & Stories

She needs to know what is hers. My pulse spikes. Leverage. Insurance. My mother didn't just run; she stole something massive enough to keep the Patriarch at bay for twenty years. That’s why we survived in poverty—she was holding a gun to their heads from the shadows. I turn the page, desperate to find what it is. The inheritance is hidden in— I stop. The rest of the page is gone. It’s been ripped out, violently torn from the binding. The jagged edge of the paper is yellowed, leaving only a cruel, empty space where the answer should be.

"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.

"I'll come back. We'll figure this out. We'll find a way." The Rites of Passage weren't optional—not for a Stonehaven heir. Every alpha-blooded son had to complete the three-month isolation in the northern territories before they could claim their place in the pack hierarchy. It was tradition, ritual, law. Alec had known it was coming since he was old enough to understand what his last name meant. But knowing didn't make it easier. He'd spent weeks trying to find a way around it, some loophole that would let him stay, but his father had made it clear: refuse the Rites, and he'd forfeit his claim to everything—his inheritance, his position, his voice in the Council. He'd become nothing. And i

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.

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.”

"The location of the inheritance ground is inside the Nerere continent. It's a wasteland, almost uninhabited, that's why it took so much for my family to find it." "The problem is that it borders with two other countries. Unless we want to start a war, we need to retrieve the inheritance unnoticed." "As for the trials, we cleared the first two layers but then we met the restrictions towards the Kingdoms upper echelons. Apparently, they were really mad at us to set something like that." The four students rolled their eyes. How could they not hate the family that dethroned them? Lady Chen made an awkward laugh and continued her explanation.

"As a faithful descendant, I cannot, but our great mother can. Can't change who you are or deny your lineage, girl." "Sorry, but I don't actually know who I am, let alone anything about my lineage and that would be your 'great mother's fault." "Shut your mouth, you ungrateful brat!" Mr. Harvard jumped out of his seat causing almost everyone else to do the same. Alyssa ran to block Genevieve as the leather coat guy and Oliver raced to grab Mr. Harvard before he was able to reach her.

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,”

“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.”

Dark circles sit under his eyes, and his shirt is slightly wrinkled, like he slept in it. "We need to talk," he says the moment Adrian opens the door. We all gather in Adrian's home office. Adrian sits behind his desk. I sit in one of the chairs across from him. Aaron stands near the window with his hands in his pockets. "I've been looking into the inheritance situation," Aaron says. He turns to face us. "And I think I found a way to help." Adrian leans forward. "What kind of way?" "Our grandfather's will was very specific," Aaron explains. "The inheritance goes to the first great-grand heir of the Cross family. That's Ezra."