Novel & Cerita The Inheritance Nora Roberts

She’s not what I’d consider a team player, but she’s working on it, at least. The village is busy and bustling when I walk out of the forest and take the trail to the large wooden house rising from a thicket of trees, perched just above the rest with a view of the village below. I wasn’t born here, but I grew up within the warm wooden walls that greet me. Nora looks up from the couch where she’s sprawled out, her sketchbook in her lap. She inherited Mom’s fiery red curls but has a knack for taming them that neither Mom nor I have been able to master, even with her guidance. They dance around her shoulders in tight, glossy, perfect coils as she shimmies to an upright position, her amber eyes

Caleb was fast asleep near the hearth. Anna looked up at Noah, seeing the sudden, wild panic in his eyes. "Noah? What's wrong?" Noah looked down at the floor beneath the small table, then slowly looked around the circle of his family sitting in the warm room. The master drive–the single drive that held the digital access codes to Sarah's thirty-million-dollar inheritance–was gone. And not a single person had left the sitting room for the past two hours.

He now knew that I was doing this on purpose. All his liquid assets barely totaled two billion dollars. He looked at me with pleading eyes. But I ignored him. "Three billion dollars." The gavel came down with a bang. The estate was mine. Luca collapsed back into his chair, as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

“Nene built Pierce Holdings around certain principles. The company has drifted from those, I want to bring them back.” “What kind of principles?” “The kind that care about more than return on investment.” She looked at him. “I have ideas and I have been writing them down.” “Show me.” “When they’re ready.” A pause. “Soon.” He looked at her — this woman who’d arrived in his life as a contractual obligation and had quietly become the most interesting person in it — and thought about how strange it was that the inheritance had brought them here. That Nene’s manipulation from beyond the grave had produced, somehow, this.

And hers were far too soft for power like that. But mine? Mine were ready to grip it and bend the world beneath it. Ever since I killed Sorcerer Elena and stole her powers, everything had become clearer. Her notes, her ravings about Nora’s bloodline, the orb’s origin—I had pieced it together. Nora was never chosen at random. She was the key. And the orb wasn’t just some relic passed down from ancient times. It was a vessel. A living source of raw, ancestral energy buried deep within the blood of the first lycan seers.

her voice was low, almost trembling. Rebecca stepped forward. “My mother is gone. That means I’m the sole heir to the Castillo estate. Everything you’ve been enjoying will now be mine.” Rebecca’s uncle cleared his throat nervously. “But you’ve never been interested in any of that, Rebecca…” “I used to be,” Rebecca cut in. “But now it’s different. I’m sick of being a victim. I want to take back what should be mine. And you… better not interfere.” Nora laughed sarcastically. “Your mother’s been dead for just one day, and you’re already talking about the inheritance?”

Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

The man was already trembling, trying to talk his way out of whatever fate awaited him. Nora leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. She did not announce her presence immediately. She watched silently what he was going to do with the man next. Finally, she spoke. “Want a hand, Robert?” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting her gaze. His expression did not change, but she caught the flicker of an emotion. “You should not have followed me here.” “Well, here I am now,” she replied, stepping closer. “And curiosity kills cats.”

It didn't matter that I had millions in the bank, or that the Jones Ledger was still technically the most powerful legal entity in the state. Nora had walked out because she was smart enough to realize that a man's body is useless if his ghost belongs to someone else. And Oma... Oma was inside that ICU room right now, holding the pieces of Richard’s broken body together with nothing but her bare hands and a cheap plastic baby carrier.

“It’s none of my business. Your mother was already in poor health and should’ve died long ago. It’s good that she died. Think of it as payment for my mother’s life. I didn’t do anything wrong.” She kept denying everything and used her mother’s death as an excuse. I lowered my head and took out her mother’s medical record from the drawer. My mother left it before she died. My tone turned cold. “Jaime, you knew long ago that your mother’s surgery had a very low chance of success. You kept lying to yourself. Doctors aren’t all‑powerful. They can’t bring the dead back to life. You spent ten years torturing my mother and me, blaming everything on us. Now my mother is dead, and I won’t live much l