The Inheritance Novel Novels & Stories

"She's in this family. She gets the real version." He nods. They stand on the porch. The October dark holding the farmhouse. Inside, the children who watched and learned and when it was required knew what to do. Outside, the yard that has seen thirteen years of building and protecting and rebuilding. The bolt mystery dish. The stars. The something that's coming, becoming the something that's being handled, becoming the something that will have been gotten through. Same as before. Different because of everything before. Which is, in the end, what inheritance means.

“Then don’t lie to me. Ever. Even when it’s ugly.” Cassian met her gaze. “I won’t. Even when it costs me.” She believed him. That scared her more than anything else. Outside the cabin, the yacht continued its smooth glide through dark water, carrying secrets, threats, and futures that refused to stay buried. And somewhere on land, phones buzzed. Deals cracked. Plans adjusted. Because Elara Monroe had stopped being a quiet heir. She had become a problem. The fallout didn’t arrive loudly. It crept in.

Rielle asked innocently and looked at Nathaniel, He looked at her and took a deep breathe, forcing a smile on his face “I figured that no one else deserves the inheritance more than you seeing as you took good care of my Mother-“ He emphasized on the part “Seeing as you took extra care of My Mother while she was alive, No one else deserves the inheritance apart from you.” He said and she smirked “I’m honored you want to give me your inheritance just for taking care of grandmother when you and your father abandoned her, It’s only right I took care of her when her own son couldn’t.” Rielle retorted sweetly and the Lawyer cleared his throat, clearly there was some bad blood between the two sibl

I hear some knocking at the door and let myself in, believing it to be Anne. I was involved with some new problems that had happened, trying to split myself in two to solve them as quickly as possible. "Hello Catherine". I hear a voice. I lift my head and see Fernando Novem, my 'friend'. He was a great person and I loved talking to him, the problem was that we always ended up in bed. Unlike me, Fernando is a bit of a romantic and this has damaged our friendship that is not like it used to be.

She resented him so much. Anyway, all of this was his fault. He shouldn't have come back to claim an inheritance that he did not build. Mr. Carter, Frances, and later on, Christina and Austin, had been the ones to build the inheritance, while Gerald had been off drinking to a stupor and birthing some stupid kids whom he now wanted to inherit wealth that he did not work for. It just didn't make sense, and removing him from the equation was not bad at all for her own portion of the inheritance. She preferred to think of him as collateral damage and thinking this way made her feel better about what she was doing.

“I don't know, but maybe this has something to do with the company's inheritance rights.” Because she was the youngest daughter of Griselda's house, their father found a lawyer to write a will, and all of Griselda's house's assets were inherited by her, which was a huge fortune no matter what. Everyone has the intention of robbing. Venn nodded. “If that's the case, as long as we understand their weakness, we'll know who's behind it.” These are all Bertha's conjectures. She remembered that before she fell into a coma, the little girl's face appeared in her mind.

Those words echoed in my heart like whispers, piercing every part of my chest. The last hope I had of talking to grandmother has just been shattered completely… now l have nothing, l mean nothing at all to hold on to. It's either I get engaged to Jackie, or allow the inheritance I have sacrificed so much for slips through my fingers. The very inheritance my mother endured all suffering to protect, the same inheritance that turned my father into a monster he was never meant to become, is about to be taken from me because of a single careless mistake. “And l want to believe that you're wise enough to know the right thing to do,” he stated.

“Something I thought I could handle on my own. But I can’t anymore. I need you to know the truth. All of it.” Without saying anything more, Isabella reached for the envelope, her hands shaking slightly as she broke the seal and opened it. Inside, there were several documents, all written in legal language that she struggled to comprehend. But one word stood out, written in bold letters at the top of the first page: “Inheritance.” She glanced up at Alexander, her heart racing. “This is… about your family?” He nodded, his face a mask of guilt and regret. “Yes. But not just my family. There’s something I’ve been hiding about my inheritance. Something I never wanted to burden you with, but it’s

Her soul attached itself to her mother's embryo when she was pregnant, so she was born a noble lady. She studied at the Wizards' Guild in Rennes, the capital of Brittany. She hurried back this time because of a major family incident. It has been confirmed that the ship her parents were on has sunk with no survivors. Eric Bernard arrived as quickly as possible to deliver the news and escorted her back to claim her inheritance. The nobles of this continent all inherit through the male line, with the eldest son passing the title on to his eldest son. If there is no son, the eldest daughter can also inherit the title.

But why did she lose it in the first place? Could it be that their parents were rich and disowned her? Maybe that was it. Joshua could have hated his father, or uncle, or someone who got to keep the inheritance. Alexandra could have regained the right to the property, and therefore claimed to regain her place in the world. But... If that were so, the legal heir would need to be Joshua. He was the eldest. It didn't make sense. What was the detail she was missing? The answer seemed so obvious, so why wasn't she getting it?