The Inheritance Games Audiobook Novels & Stories

I said slowly, “I am working with his base.” “Yes.” The newborn god nodded once. “Your alignment may be activating the original design.” The words settled heavily. “So this is not about jealousy,” I said softly. “No,” Death replied. “It is about inheritance.” Kieran’s voice grew sharp. “She is not his heir.” “Not by choice,” Death said. The ancient signature spread another layer through the structure. I felt it reaching toward the succession decree. “It is reassembling,” the newborn god whispered. “How?” I asked.

"Look at me Adeline. Do I look like I have any worthy collateral for the multi-millions we need" I had bought him new shirts. But Conrad still wore the ones with holes in them. "What if I take out a loan? I have properties of my—" Wait. I did not have properties of my own anymore. I had sold them out. "Maybe I could pawn some of my jewelry." "You have already pawned enough. The ones left are your family heirlooms and the ones your father specifically gifts you" "Maybe I could pawn those ones off?" “If your father finds out you are going to be disinherited"

To ease Dad's worries, I supported every decision he made and cut off every path for Harry to benefit financially. Listening to Dad was the smartest thing I had ever done. Otherwise, Harry wouldn't have been desperate enough to reveal his true colors early and try to destroy me. Rebecca was right. These social-climbing, gold-digging men were terrifying. They would sell their souls if it meant securing a fortune. A shiver ran through me as I looked at Harry's bruised and swollen face, and a sharp thrill of satisfaction rose in my chest. "He dug his own grave. He deserved every bit of it," I murmured.

Giving his brother an are-you-dumb look, Tyler answered, "How should I know?" "He must want something... Why else would he start showing his face now, after two years of vanishing like that." Jack said, leaning back in his seat. "But what?" "Whatever it is, it shouldn't be our father's wealth or the inheritance," Austin said as his eyes darkened. "If he dares to forget his place again, we will just have to remind him exactly who he is." "Well, I think the Carters would teach him his place before we can even do, now that he dares to disrespect them like that," Jeff said.

“ Your uncle splurged his inheritance on you, I mean I know how much he loved you, but all these assets willed to just one person is massive, “ she says and continues going through the documents in shock. I didn't make much of her surprise but pleased the inheritance was an overflow. As we're talking, we hear the sound of footsteps outside the door. My heart starts to race, and I feel a sense of panic. The woman looks at me, and she puts a finger to her lips. We both fall silent, and we listen intently. The footsteps get closer, and we can hear muffled voices outside the door. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I'm afraid to breathe. Then, we hear the door handle turn.

1122MrGame: "First off, let's clear something up. If the inheritance battle were real, and if Ms. Lawson had actually hired someone to kill Helen and Mr. Lawson, could Mr. Lawson Senior, the head of the corporation, really tolerate that? "Folks… Think about who Mr. Lawson Senior is! Reflect on his past achievements when he was younger, and you'll realize he's a person who doesn't hesitate when it comes to tough decisions!"

Alive to carry a legacy she’d never asked for. She backed away from Rafael, from Lucien, from the room itself. Her voice cracked when it finally came out: “If he wants me to watch, then I’ll watch him burn first.” Lucien’s eyes followed her, torn between rage and fear. Rafael’s smile widened through the blood. “You see it now, don’t you? The game isn’t about survival. It’s about inheritance. And she’s already playing.” The chapter closes with Solene staring out into the ruined night, her fists clenched, whispering to herself more than to them:

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.”

“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.”

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