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Gaspare continued watching me with that same half-smile. The broken glass cut into my palm. The blood flowing from my hand pulled my crumbling sanity back from the edge. I dropped the bottle. Gaspare nodded with satisfaction. "I knew you'd be more sensible than she was." … After that day, I stopped resisting. I accepted every arrangement Gaspare made for me. I was just a fake heiress with a borrowed name in the Toscano family, so trying to take down Gaspare on my own was impossible. I had no power, no resources.

My son understanding love at nine years old through a story he hadn't been alive for. Inheritance, I thought. Not just the company or the foundation or the name. This. The understanding traveling forward. As it always had. As it always would.

“I cleaned up his messes. I stood by when he tore through board members like they were disposable. I defended him in public when he didn’t deserve it. And for what?” “A slap in the face,” Marcus said quietly. “No,” I said. “A knife in the back.” Debra finally set her glass down, tone softening. “Darling, you know how your grandfather was. This—this girl—she’s a move. A piece in a much bigger game. She’s a fraud,” she says without preamble. “There’s no way George left it to her without being manipulated. We need to contest it.” “We can’t.” Marcus sighs. “Did you not hear the part about disincentives? Anyone who contests her inheritance loses everything.”

And for the world, a woman cannot be above. The majority within that council were nothing more than useless men who knew absolutely nothing. And I know everything, so, as there is no way to criticize what I do, they say that a woman cannot command. "I'm obstinate grandpa." I speak, catching his attention, becoming thoughtful. "The game will only end when I say it is over. And now, I say the game has just begun." [***] "Are you sure about that?" Anne asks breathlessly, looking at me in panic.

I had already heard the conversation of my old classmates in senior high, and now it looks like I will be my blockmate this school year. "Really? The Queen B of Stanley U?" Mean asked. "Yeah, right, gays!" Jay-al almost fell off the armchair he was sitting on. "I saw her in the main building. Gosh, the woman is beautiful!" "Main building? So, I conclude that she's a Business Ad student?" Mean nodded at what Mara said. "Their family has many businesses. Maybe she will also take over and inherit LEC." “She’s so very lucky! She's beautiful, and at the same time, she’s a heiress!"

She chews the inside of her cheek for a moment before saying, “Succession.” Sarah nods. “Succession?” “Ryatt and Isaac are setting up the kids with their inheritances this week, which also means their future titles are being decided.” Sarah smiles faintly, pouring herself a cup of coffee while Liam continues to sit on her lap, picking at his teddy bear. “It’s nothing too serious.” She glances at Kenna, however. Kenna inhales as she looks at Maeve, who’s clutching an ottoman, shrieking excitedly at the other kids as they run around the room.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

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If looks could kill, he would most def be six-feet under at that moment. “Does the Lunar trial sound like a joke to you?” My grandfather answered once again. Beating me to the punch. “But that doesn’t make any sense. She doesn’t even have her wolf. She’ll die,” the Beta went on. His words were cold and curt as though he were stating a fact. A low hum of agreement buzzed through the crowd at his statement. “You overstep your boundaries Simon. No matter what, she’s still a Thorn,” my grandfather let out, his tone carrying a bit of his imperious aura as he moved to stand behind me, keeping his distance still.

was crystal clear under the lights. "I barely had time to go through my mother's inheritance, and you already want me to hand it over on a silver platter? Samantha, Howard, you're even more shameless than I thought." A collective uproar erupted from the crowd. How did the inheritance document turn into a gift agreement? Samantha's face went deathly pale. She hadn't expected that I'd be able to uncover the contract she'd buried under layers of deception. But Howard's reaction was lightning fast.