The Inheritance Games Kindle Novels & Stories

grandpa's voice echoed out and I just couldn't help but grit my teeth at that. Spencer was just as manipulative and contemptible as his mother and I wasn't gonna let him have my inheritance. AUTHORESS After Josh had left, Monroe Carter looked on at the doors with an expression of concern. "Why suggest he gets married before getting his inheritance? You know he's just gonna find some random bimbo to present to you right? That boy's obviously not ready to settle down, he doesn't even wanna be a CEO. He just wants to inherit everything else, the money, the estates, the lands and the rest of them" came Elizabeth as she walked towards a chair and sat majestically.

“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.

My stomach turned violently. I clenched my fists under the table, nails digging into my palms. “You all are disgusting.” Lucy just laughed, delighted by my revulsion. I turned to the lawyer. “And if I refuse?” He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. “As stated, the entire inheritance, including all assets, will transfer to Mrs. Vale and Mr. Coleman.” Lucy sighed, feigning pity. “And then what, Reina? No money, no protection. What do you think happens to pretty little girls who suddenly find themselves powerless?”

"Yeah! That's right! I wanted the moon. What gave you the right to refuse? I treated you well, and you and your father still guarded yourselves against me. You never saw me as family! So what if I planned for my own future?" "Oh, nothing. Your ten-year sentence is your answer," I replied. Villains always had their own twisted logic. Arguing with them was pointless. My eyes softened with fake nostalgia. "There was something I planned to tell you after visiting your house, but I never got the chance. "My father told me that when you agreed to sign that prenuptial agreement, you passed his test. The prenuptial agreement wasn't even real. "He had already set aside a million-dollar wedding gift f

“Pathways’ counsel confirmed they will remove the finalist gallery temporarily until the ‘Heir’ tags stop circulating. Noah keeps the scholarship. The page goes dark.” My knees threatened to buckle—not from fear, from relief. I held the hallway rail. I did not let myself cry here. Jana’s voice came through, tight with victory. “I’m seeing posts get removed. The ‘Heir speaks’ countdown link is down on two platforms. One still up. We’re getting there.” “How soon can we identify Oxygen_admin?” I asked. Counsel’s eyes narrowed. “Soon enough to stop the next move.” We walked out into the sun like people leaving a hospital after a clean operation. Not healed. But not bleeding out.

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

"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"

I said slowly, “I am working with his base.” “Yes.” The newborn god nodded once. “Your alignment may be activating the original design.” The words settled heavily. “So this is not about jealousy,” I said softly. “No,” Death replied. “It is about inheritance.” Kieran’s voice grew sharp. “She is not his heir.” “Not by choice,” Death said. The ancient signature spread another layer through the structure. I felt it reaching toward the succession decree. “It is reassembling,” the newborn god whispered. “How?” I asked.

The air grew still between us, the sun warming the tops of our heads, the game long forgotten. “Also let me tell you - ” she cleared her throat, “our grandfather wasn't a straightforward man, he liked to play sick twisted games just for the fun of it, and even in his death he made sure those games kept on running even if it involved the lives of his grandchildren. That inheritance - the clauses to claim it - it has no end Cheryl, it might just be a ploy to keep Oliver married.” I didn’t know what to say. Not at first but her words had sliced something to me, I didn't know how to process it, I didn't know what to make of it so I stayed silent for the mean time.