Novel & Cerita The Inheritance Novel

"Hailey's child is going to inherit billions, giving them a part of your inheritance wouldn't even be up to a percentage of what they'll have. Wouldn't you invest your money instead in those who need it?" "Her child is also my blood. It deserves my inheritance as much as you do." "They already have a lot!" "I don't need you to remind me of that." Hailey walked away from the door and sighed. It would be a bad idea to walk in on them in the heat of their argument. The inheritance her father wanted had definitely gone wrong. Her grandfather wasn't willing to give it out yet. And it appeared she was the reason why— no, to speak accurately, her baby was the reason. Her grandfather wanted her baby

"There's no other way." "What do you mean? She's just a kid; she doesn't have that kind of power." "Actually, she does in this case. Even though she doesn't inherit for another few months on her eighteenth birthday, the estate is under her grandmother's care. It'll only take a word from her to make it happen." "But you're Gia's father; surely you have the right." "Not in this. Adrienne's inheritance is passed down through the women in her family; husbands have nothing to do with it. I'm sure I don't know how to undo a couple of centuries-old tradition that has been in good standing for generations."

“Why are you after your uncle’s property?” Emma tried to maintain a neutral tone, “I am not after his property.” She said, “I’m after my inheritance, which my parents have left for me. It includes our family home and the money they’ve saved up for college.” Jamie frowned, “That doesn't make sense. If it is indeed your inheritance, why does your uncle get a say in it?”

Nevertheless, the latest competition they concocted surpassed all previous endeavors; determining which one of them would win Mary's heart became an elaborate chess match played out on the delicate board of human connections rather than just dancing around feelings. As I became more aware of my thoughts, an overwhelming sense of dread consumed me. The thought of losing this newfound game lingered at the forefront and chipped away at my composed demeanor. Although defeat seemed imminent, a silent preference surfaced- if someone had to be victorious in this perilous contest for Mary's affection, let it be Victor. Our inheritance was not solely comprised of material wealth but also held great p

No one ever stood up to me, and while it usually turned me on when she did it, right now it just annoyed me. “It doesn’t make sense for me to do this on purpose. My job was supposed to be to hand you over to Damien. How does getting pregnant help with that? Explain the motivation behind that.” I didn’t have any theories. It really made no sense for her to do that. But then an idea struck me. “Inheritance.” My eyes narrowed on her with a new sense of rage. “I die, and then our child gets everything. Which means you get everything.” The hatred on her face matched mine. “I don’t want your money, Cato. I’ve never wanted your money, and I’ll never want it.”

I asked in astonishment. "That gold was inherited by Grandpa from our ancestors, which was hidden from Alamid's knowledge because Alamid was greedy in power he wanted to surpass Grandpa.. but he could not surpass Grandpa until he got Grandpa's wealth which was yours he inherited everything! " "Why just me.. why don't you inherit," He smiled at me. "Grandpa has a superstition believed.. when a woman inherits the thing she keeps.. it won't disappear and it will grow over time. Because when a man is said the result is not good,"

Trinity inquired disgust laced in her tone like the very people she was talking about weren't her family. "It was what your grandfather wanted." Amoy's sister scoffs. "Why on earth would he want that?" "As you know the Tyler organisation has been in this family for four generations and I intend to make it five. So with that being said, my grandchildren will have the chance to inherit the business." Everyone began talking shocked and angry. "You're skipping a whole generation, mother." William's sister Paula states.

"You don't smoke ? I'm not sure whether that's a virtue or not , since it means I can't either ... " Oh , please do, she interposed . And will you be as quick as you can over this - business you want to talk to me about . My aunt will be furious if I stay out too long . ' But she knows you are coming here ? She saw our letter ? Lucy shook her head . " She thinks I'm queueing up at Morton's the grocer's , she replied . " She'd be really wild if she knew I'd disobeyed her and come to see you : Oh yes , I showed her the letter , but she said that it wouldn't be about anything important and her son Stanley could see you when he gets back . "We should not have discussed your affairs with him , "

“I’ll remember that.” As the last of the servants finished cleaning the room, I sat there staring at the letter in my hand, my thoughts spinning like a storm. I’d inherited a fortune. I’d inherited enemies. And possibly… a husband capable of murdering his wife. Mr. Archibald’s warning suddenly felt less like a riddle— and more like a prophecy.

She needs to know what is hers. My pulse spikes. Leverage. Insurance. My mother didn't just run; she stole something massive enough to keep the Patriarch at bay for twenty years. That’s why we survived in poverty—she was holding a gun to their heads from the shadows. I turn the page, desperate to find what it is. The inheritance is hidden in— I stop. The rest of the page is gone. It’s been ripped out, violently torn from the binding. The jagged edge of the paper is yellowed, leaving only a cruel, empty space where the answer should be.