The Inheritance Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

“No. This means that you’re mine now. I already told you. That only happens after you have a baby. And there’s no rush.” Nora smiled up at him. “You know I wouldn’t mind having kids. Not while we’re trying to find a warlock that killed my family, but…eventually. I think that would be nice. That’s why I stayed. I’ve spent far too many years alone. I’m ready to not be alone anymore.” He grinned at her, and stroked her cheek. “That makes me really fucking happy.” “Is…is that even an option?” Nora asked. “From everything I know about werewolves, heirs are a big deal.”

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.

“The old estate.” Ivy frowned slightly. “You mean the one that’s been closed for years?” “Yes.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “It does if you know him.” She crossed her arms. “Then explain.” Sebastian exhaled slowly. Like he wasn’t just explaining a location— But a man. “My father doesn’t abandon things,” he said. “He preserves them.” Ivy’s pulse ticked up slightly. “That estate…” he continued, “…was his first real acquisition.” “Before Blackwood Global?”

I say. Rosabell looks down at her hands. “I grew up believing the same story you did,” she says quietly. “That you were some distant relative who survived an accident.” I don’t interrupt she wipes at her eye like she is holding back tears. “I swear to you, Lena I didn’t know they took your inheritance.” “You expect me to believe that?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because if I had known I would never have let them treat you the way they did.” That almost makes me laugh but instead I lean back in the chair. “So you are innocent.”

Sam rushed his words before I ended the call. I followed Nora in a rush and headed to Nana's room. Glenda was rushing down the stairs just as we were about to take the hallway leading to Nana's room. She caught up with us quickly, anxiety draped her expression. “What happened?” She asked, falling into steps with us. It was the first time I was seeing her since the day she found out about her inheritance. She looked lean. The aftermath of starving herself for days. But beautiful regardless. She still looked stunning.

To keep myself from cursing him again, I flipped through the report the private investigator had given me once again even though I had every detail stored in my head. I was amazed at how fast he was, pleased that he was worth the money I spent on him. Nora. Raised in an orphanage. Adopted by parents who left her. Her college life and work life were all detailed. Even all her ex-boyfriends. I decided to call her last ex because of the report he had made long time ago about her missing.

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

He was not the same person he was, before the tragic death took place. Laura left the jail and went to Roosevelt’s Forensic Den where she could hire a private detective to help her over the case. She talked with Sheriff Gregor Smith and asked if he can recommend his best detective to resolve the case. Mr. Smith noted her request and promised to give her the best detective he had as soon as possible.

Whatever I think about marriage, I can’t pretend the inheritance doesn’t matter. I put my phone down and look through the glass wall. Nora is back at her desk, working through another file. There’s still too much I don’t know about her. Her life before Rowan & Co., what she wants, or what she’s really like outside work. And I certainly don’t know if I could trust her with something as complicated as my life. But for the first time, I find myself wondering if I should get to know her better. Not as a woman I’m planning to marry. Not yet. Just as someone I may have overlooked because I never had a reason to look closely before. I turn back to my computer. For now, that’s enough.

Her hand caressed her bulging belly. Nora took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. All this time, Nora had been raised in an orphanage. However, her late grandparents had left her a large piece of farmland in a remote village far from the capital. "This card..." Nora took the card and put it in her bag, planning to return it the next day. As soon as she left the private room, Nora went to the nearest bathroom to pee and fix her makeup. She was sure that her eyes were red and swollen from crying.