The Inheritance Novel Novels & Stories

She inquired raising her sharp brow slightly. "My father-in-law, William, is hiding something from me and when I asked him who Daniel was he tried to avoid the topic." "He did tell me not to say anything to you-" Darius was ready to protest but she stopped him. "But I don't like to listen, so ask me anything." "What did Daniel do for a living?" "His family, the Atwoods are notorious for their jewellery business, I'm a fan of their jewellery myself, each is unique, this one was made specially for me." She states her hand touching the emerald necklace around her neck that complimented her skin as her dress did.

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.

The kitchen was completely still. "Howard," she said. "Yes." "What is it called?" A pause. "Victoria named it," he said. "Before she died. She gave me the title along with the instruction to write it." He paused. "She named it in 2008 when she told me about the consortium clause and what she had done to protect you from it." He paused. "She said: call it The Ashford Inheritance. She said: because the inheritance is not the money and it is not the empire and it is not even the building. The inheritance is the story. The full story. Written so it can be read. Written so my granddaughter understands what she comes from and what she survived and what she built." He paused. "She said, that is the

I grin warmly at her, and the corner of her mouth twitches at me before she glances back to Canus and a stubborn cast returns to her face. Canus sighs his usual sigh. ‘It’s not just that. Your position as my de facto heir would also come into question.’ I frown. It’s the first I’ve heard of this. I never paid much attention to inheritance politics in my previous life—which, in retrospect, was dumb of me. Even before Scintilla and I came up with the plot to kill Canus, I never stopped to consider what might happen once the current Prince of London named Chryseus heir and made Canus into the prince of another city, nor what might happen after Canus decided to seek the eternal night. It’d all s

“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?”

"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.

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g

They could wed their mates and also… claimed their inheritance. But there was a problem with this system: the husband had legal grounds to the inheritance as long as you were married into their family. My heart jumped. A wave of excitement flooded my chest. Was that what this was? I had some inheritance stashed away, and my mother wanted to get her hands on it through Janova? It was insane, but it was the only conclusion. I looked up to see my father standing at the Moon Chapel entrance. Red hair slicked backward, his suit clung to his body.

The phrase haunted Jessica. Who inherited him. Not his money. Not his gallery. Not his collection. Something else. Something darker. Something Isabelle had been trying to explain from the beginning. Patterns. Networks. Mentors. Teachers. Students. Inheritance. Not of property. Of behaviour. Of power. Of secrets. The next morning, Henri looked exhausted before Jessica had even spoken. The old man took one look at her face. Then sighed. "Another message." It wasn't a question.