The Inheritance Games Common Sense Media Novels & Stories

Then, carefully, he read: > “To my sweet Alaya, You mean more to me than I was ever brave enough to show in public. You were the only peace I ever had in this world of masks, and it’s my deepest regret that I couldn’t be the man you deserved while alive. I cannot give you the world I promised — not from the grave — but I can give you what I built of it. To you, I leave all my personal properties, including my home, my estate vehicles, and art collections. I also leave you full ownership of Westwood Couture and all affiliated companies, holdings, and stock. You are now the sole inheritor of my shares in Westwood Holdings.” The room went dead silent. Alaya blinked. Her brain was still trying t

"Hmm… Mommy also said that if we make you earn less money, then Brooke and I will have a smaller inheritance in the future." "Anything else?" "Mommy also said that the law in Hebrana is really comprehensive now. Even if we don't have your last name, we still have rights to the inheritance." Alex was silent for a moment and finally said, "Your mommy's quite obsessed with money." Austin nodded. "Yes, Mommy is crazy about it." Once they arrived at the manor, the two kids headed straight for the ice rink. After getting ready, they skated to their heart's content.

Outside the building, there were a bunch of reporters waiting to dig up gossip. All the trending searches had clickbait titles: "Who will inherit the billions?" Charlotte sat in the boardroom, scrolling through her phone, sneering and complaining inwardly. 'Billions? What nonsense.' "We must redistribute the inheritance and annul that fake will!" Bruce clamored. "It can't be called a fake will. All the procedures presented by Mr. Cross are complete." "Although it's unreasonable, the will is real indeed." "Mr. Owen might have wanted to make up for Mr. Bailey's family."

But before reaching the door, she stopped. "Lucas." He looked at her. "Why are you so confident that the inheritance belongs entirely to you?" Lucas frowned. "Because David Morgan left it to me." Victoria slowly shook her head. "That's what the will says." Lucas remained silent. Victoria continued. "But wills aren't always the end of a succession dispute." She walked out. Lucas watched her disappear. For several seconds, nobody spoke. Finally, James said quietly, "Young Master, we need to prepare."

I look up finally. Aurora is watching me. Steady, tired, still here. "I need you to say it," she says quietly. I know what she means. Not agreement, not permission. The choice, out loud. In front of witnesses. I stand slowly. "I don't want the inheritance," I say. Then louder. "I don't want the trust. I don't want the title. I don't want any version of power that was built on dead women and hidden children and a machine that only works if everyone stays afraid."

But all he’d gotten was a bunch of information he couldn’t decipher. The only thing he fully understood were the sentences that ended the letter: “…It's only right that you also have the chance to fight for the Inheritance.You’ll be competing against your half-brother. May the best man win. You always were and always will be a Hunter.” Then a warning: “Do not show this to anyone.” Always a Hunter. Yeah, right. Scott ground his teeth. Fresh pain drained the warmth from his chest. He only joined the inheritance race because he figured he could get answers about his mother.

Then another line appeared at the bottom of the document, as if the system itself had decided to clarify the hierarchy: Primary adjudication authority: MATTHEW VALE Sebastian didn’t blink. The room didn’t feel real for a moment. Not because of complexity. Because of structure. Alex whispered, “Family jurisdiction…?” Sebastian stared at the screen for a long time. Then said, almost to himself: “So this was never a corporate war.” A pause. His voice lowered. “It was always inheritance.” And for the first time since the system began collapsing around him— Sebastian Vale realized he hadn’t been defending a company. He had been standing inside a legacy that was already deciding who it belonged to

“How many months ago did I tell you your fiancé wasn’t being sincere with and look what happened. Do you think your cousin could have been acting alone?” Jocelyn shook her head and covered her ears. “If you’re going to trash talk my family, you’d better go right now. I’m not interested.” I removed her hands from her ear. “They’re not your family. Not one person among them have your best interest at heart. The moment your inheritance became yours, it became a game of who can fool innocent Jocelyn the longest without her knowing and eventually taking control of your inheritance. Even immediate family cannot be trusted, it’s ridiculous that you’re giving this amount of trust to relatives.”

I continued. Marti’s lips were pursed, she hesitated a small moment, her eyes searching to make so no one stood too close to us. “The Obsidian Circle.” She mumbled. “Blackthorn has this creepy secret society thing. Rich heirs, secret meetings, weird traditions. I guess they may just be rumors–the things I hear about them. But basically those you see with those rings and symbols are part of it.” She narrated. I think about it for a moment. Secret society? Maybe it was just some super exclusive elite club.

×××× [CHANNEL 37B2 — AJAX NEWS REPORT] This was an entrance and I had to make sure everyone felt it. Natasha had practically yelled at me in the car, telling me to go big, to milk every second of this, to make sure the world knew I was alive and that Conrad Basquire’s empire of lies was crumbling. The headlines had been insane already “The Heiress Rises From the Dead,” “Deal With the Devil? She is Back,”people were already spinning stories and I intended to make good use of this social media heat.