Novel & Cerita The Inheritance Games By Jennifer Lynn Barnes

After making several payments, their purses were empty. "We’re out of money, what should we do?" Jenson did not want to disappoint his sisters, so he ran to the side, intending to call Grayson for help. At the corner, someone followed Jenson. Jenson looked back and the figure hid in the dark agilely. Jenson's lips curled as a wicked sneer appeared. In the coming New Year’s, he was going to attend the Ares family inheritance ceremony. It seemed that someone could not wait to stop him from becoming the successor of the Ares family.

It was all his plan to begin with. From her grandmother to herself, everyone was merely a player in the game he had created. The game of inheritance. He purposely made them all fought for it. His children and their wives were automatically out of the game because during their younger years, there was a huge fight going on which had their rights removed in an instant. She was too young to understand what it was, she only remembered the aftermath of it. Drinking her tea, she returned to face him once more. Her eyes gazed deep into his as she explained.

“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.”

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

“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.”

“Now there’s an heir.” The word hit the room like shattered glass. Heir. Alan’s entire body stiffened. Kai closed his eyes briefly, like he already saw the disaster coming. And suddenly, I understood. This wasn’t just about love anymore. Or obsession. Or revenge. This child changed everything. Corporate power. Inheritance. The Bennett legacy. Every secret surrounding me had just become more dangerous. Alan looked down at me then, softer than I had ever seen him before. His hand moved carefully against my cheek.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But her search history told a different story. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She'd been researching the Nightbane fortune. Looking up property values, stock holdings, company assessments. She'd visited forums about inheritance law, read articles about displacing adopted children from wills. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She'd even looked up Lyra specifically, social media stalking, reading articles about the gallery, finding photos from charity events. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> One search term in particular caught Damien's attention: "How to prove adoptive child is unfit for inheritance."

“Stacy!” Only breathing came through. “Stacy, speak!” A man's voice suddenly replaced hers. “Too slow.” Lucas's expression became cold. “Where is she?” “You're almost here.” “Let her go.” The man laughed. “You don't understand the game.” Lucas stared ahead. “What game?” “The Morgan inheritance.” Lucas's eyes narrowed. “You people still think this is about money.” “It always begins with money.” “And ends with blood.” The caller laughed. “You're learning.”

There used to be staff working day and night to keep it as new as it was from the day it was built, but now it's just me, Gareth, and Kira, the housekeeper he decided to keep. Even with my slow pace, the sound of my flip-flops still bounces on the wall adorned with intricate golden motifs. I plan to move out soon, this place is so close to driving me insane with how empty and desolate it is. The good news is, I no longer have to think about money because I have my inheritance funds now. As I slip into the kitchen, I find Gareth seated behind one of the counters with a cup in his hand. The Villa is vast, and I haven't run into him after his confrontation at the will reading. He catches me bef

Layla remained impassive as she watched Carol beg and plead. "Spare her? When she killed my mother all those years ago, did she ever think to show mercy?" Layla took a deep breath, her pent-up hatred finally erupting. "And my bastard of a father. For him to die earlier from illness? He got off too easy!" Just then, a lawyer strode in. He approached Layla and handed her a document respectfully in front of all the cameras. "Ms. Higgins, based on the legal procedures and the evidence provided, the inheritance rights to Mr. Aaron Barnes' assets are now yours. How would you like to proceed?"