The Inheritance Games Audiobook Novels & Stories

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”

I said flatly. Kelvin laughed, clearly not reading the room. “You’ve got a wild one living under this roof, boys.” Luca narrowed his eyes. “Who?” I ignored him. I walked straight to the middle of the room and stood still. “I’m taking it back,” I said. They all looked at me. Marcus set his glass down. “What are you talking about?” “The inheritance,” I said. “The house. The rights. All of it. I’m getting it back from Hailey.”

"Good morning, Alpha Beaumont and Alpha Harvey. You wanted to see me?" "Yes, thank you for coming so soon. Please, take a seat," Alpha Beaumont directed, standing from his chair. I followed his command and tried my hardest to refrain from making eye contact with Alpha Harvey. The urge to smile at his forlorn face was immense. I sat up straighter when Alpha Beaumont stopped in front of me and leaned against his desk with his arms folded over his expansive chest. "As you know, the Luna Games is in full force. And it seems that my irrational and selfish daughter entered the games." I couldn't help it. My mouth dropped in disbelief.

Evelyn lifted her eyes to meet Asmodeus' inexplicably flinty gaze, and she nodded uncertainly, saying, "Yeah, what's up?" Asmodeus said happily, "That would be great! According to the rules, I'm allowed to inherit you! You'll come with me when the time comes, it just so happens that I don't have anything else in particular that I want, it's not like Niederhogg is father's inheritance ...... and it's better to have you than anything else." "Play bugs and chess with me again." Asmodeus said. Evelyn laughed a little and reminded him, "But Baymont and the others have inheritance rights too oh?"

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.

"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.

"You gave up your Sovereign Sight to enter the circle. You are just a debtor now. And as your father’s heir, his 'Outstanding Balance' has defaulted to you." “Ting.” The sound was muffled, as if it were coming from deep underground. Task Thirty-Five: The Inheritance. To leave this house with your son, you must prove that the 'Vance' lineage is worth more than its debts. You must find one memory in this room that isn't owned by the Shop. If you find a single moment of pure, unbought love, the Audit fails. If you cannot, Cian becomes the new Ledger-Keeper. I looked around the room in despair. My father’s life had been a transaction. He had sold my mother’s jewelry, my sister’s happiness, and m

Second. I took screenshots of all the private messages Liam had sent me. Especially the smug, calculating ones. [Liam: Our children will inherit the entire Sterling empire. Imagine, $12.7 billion, and all the family’s global assets.] [Liam: I’ve been waiting for this. Waiting for a woman worthy of me.] [Liam: Marcus and Kevin were so stupid. They really thought I was going to save them. Haha.] I bundled the video and the chat logs into one file. Then I blasted it out to the family channel.