The Inheritance Games By Jennifer Lynn Barnes 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.

She knew she was walking back into the mouth of the beast. But every defeat was merely fuel for the fire of her eventual vengeance. This time, the pain would be deeper. This time, she wasn't just gambling with her own life. She was gambling with the only innocence she had left.

“Canada was an opportunity. But here… here is legacy.” Cesare nodded approvingly, his tone firm with fatherly pride. “Precisely. The world may not yet realize it, but you are a great Giovanni. Our bloodline was built to reign. And in time, you will marry a man worthy of our name and expand our empire even further.” The faintest flicker of impatience tugged at Rhea’s lips, but she masked it with another sip of wine. They think of legacy. I think of destiny. My destiny with Montez.

She mumbled, grabbing his jacket and pulling him closer. "Hmm," Ethan said, distracting her with a kiss, "Nowhere," And Nina let out a little sigh, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in as she asked, "And the clothes we got? What will we need them for?" "Well, I did some research last night and found out that my lovely little, half-sister is getting engaged. So, as caring, older brother, I want to pay her the same generosity that she give us at our wedding. You down?"

She rotates around and hastily exits my room and closes the door behind her with a soft click. I sigh and revolve around to face the wall of veneered oak wardrobes. My luggage already placed inside, so huge that I wouldn’t be surprised if I went in again and found myself in Narnia. I rotate to the side and I stroll to the floor to ceiling windows with wings of scarlet drapings. I stare out of the arch-shaped glass, gazing down at the front cobblestone and my eyes slide up to the gate. The entire estate seems to be protected by wrought arms, most of which is shrouded by the thick foliage that encroach its borders.

“Mama… she said the other one is awake now. And she’s looking for you.” Savannah held her child close, heart clanging against her ribs. Colton entered, drawn by instinct. “What is it?” “She’s remembering things she’s never been told,” Savannah whispered. Colton looked at Eva’s pale face. “It’s started.” Savannah’s voice was hollow. “What has?” He looked between them. “The inheritance. Not of blood. Of memory.” Eva closed her eyes and said, “The girl in glass is bleeding again.”

Instead, she was ungrateful and unreasonable and clearly treated the law as if it did not exist! I had returned home to handle my inheritance. It had not been easy for me to make a living abroad, so I had always believed in supporting other women. I thought that if I was going to name an inheritor, it would be Jenny, my niece. Yet now, I was furious. I never imagined my chosen inheritor would treat me that way. Did she really think they were above the law? I struggled, refusing to cooperate, but Marcus grabbed my hand and held it up for everyone to see.

She rubbed her temples, "Even though I grew up in the family, I'm not my dad's real daughter. Madeline poisoned my dad and did other evil things. She's bound to end up in jail for the rest of her life. She can't get married or have children. And I don't want Madeline to get married. Any man who marries Madeline is ruining his life. But Madeline has to leave an heir to the family. I have no choice." Hunter showed a complicated look in his eyes. "Actually, you feel guilty if you or your kids inherit everything from the family because you are not Harry's daughter. Am I right?" Sydney looked up at Hunter. Her lips parted. After quite a while, she admitted, "Yes, you're right. I don't like to tak