The Inheritance Games Audiobook Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

The siblings believing this since his strategy had led to victory the last time gathered their troops and staged a full-scale invasion of the winter court, it would be their first and last mistake, for in truth detok had planned to use them as sacrifices, for their father. Refrot cam out in all his glory, laying waste to their armies, fatally injuring the siblings, in time to see one of his long-forgotten offspring silently slitting his siblings’ throats and offering a silent prayer to him, and for the first time in a millennium refrot smiled, this fey, this forgotten and abandoned offspring of his whom he claimed had no fey blood in him was to be his heir. Detok was soon on his way to the d

- 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.

"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.

ALEJANDRO’S POV The Castillo Mansion was a cathedral of quiet wealth. And it was a cold and quiet as a graveyard. long mahogany table. Crystal chandelier. Expensive china no one ever touched without gloves. The kind of place that was built for the dead rather than the living. But here we were, for me, twenty one years and counting. I sat across from my little brother, Diego, who was, as always, hunched over his phone, fingers tapping fast.

"Anything you have to say, you can say in front of everyone here." Vivian's smile tightened. "Very well. Then I'll be direct." She reached into her coat and pulled out a folded document, holding it out to Riley. "I am the sole inheritor of my brother's estate. His assets, his holdings, his debts—all of it passed to me upon his death. And I have spent the last eight months going through every piece of paper he left behind." Riley didn't take the document. "I don't care about your brother's money."