The Inheritance Novel Novels & Stories

"If you hold a legacy claim, Count, my legal team in London handles all historical inquiries." ​Count Henri chuckled softly, closing the silver pocket watch with a soft snap. "I am not here to file a legal claim, Chairwoman. I have watched you and your formidable husband destroy Lord Montgomery and his crude syndicate. ARES was a loud, greedy enterprise run by fools who thought money could replace lineage." ​He took a step closer, his dark eyes burning with an intense, ancient ambition.

You know the direction. With love and complete respect — Elian Rhys and Dante Voss P.S. Tell Nino the same applies to her. The door doesn't check bylines. Elian sealed it. He looked at Dante across the kitchen table. "Her mother put the piece in the box," he said. "In front of her." "Yes," Dante said. "That's the mother passing the inheritance," Elian said. "The father's decision, the mother's keeping, the daughter's continuing. Three generations of the chain. The box is the link — the object that holds the inheritance until the inheritor is ready to receive it."

I don’t even know why, it shouldn’t matter who they are, but the fact that she destroyed my one bit of peace should be enough. He frowns, looking at the destroyed canvases. And then he steps past me, walks up to one and lifts up the torn piece as if to make it whole. My father’s face stares back at me. His hard eyes, his strong features that I inherited instead of the delicateness of my mother’s. I wonder if that’s sometimes why he spared me. Why he didn’t have me put down the minute he realised I was a Mutt, that, because I resembled him in looks, that was the reason he couldn’t spill my blood.

“There was no need to change the will just because of that.” But what the hell was I saying? I had desired that inheritance for nearly my entire life, believing it should be mine after my parents’ deaths. I fought the world for it. Likewise, I bought Emma and forced her to do everything I commanded to secure my grandfather’s inheritance. And now that it was about to be passed into my hands, I was saying I no longer wanted it.

Isabella stood by the pool, watching him go, her heart aching. The will reading was held in the library. Isabella sat beside Sebastian, Lucas, and Lily in her lap, her mind still reeling from her conversation with Damien. The lawyer read from a document, his voice droning, the words blurring together. Sebastian inherited the estate. Damien inherited the company. Isabella inherited a trust fund she hadn't expected. "Grandfather wanted to take care of you," Sebastian said, as they walked back to the car. "He didn't even know me."

Chapter 692 Have a Talk Alone The word "inheritance" reminded Sydney of some plots in TV dramas. 'In some big families, there are always some hereditary treasures for sons- or daughters-in-law.' 'Thus, the bracelet may have the same meaning.' 'After all, TV dramas' plots come from life, and the Flint family is big. It isn't surprising that they have a hereditary treasure for sons- or daughters-in-law.' Sydney didn't speak out her thoughts.

She replied while stammering, “My grandpa told me about the existence of my keepsake. Although I was a child, my grandpa took extra care to repeat himself about this, so… I won’t be remembering things wrongly.” Furthermore, although her mother had left the Crowther family without taking a cent, she still had some assets to her name. Part of them was due to her inheritance from the Crowther family, and part of them was given to her by her in-laws when she was married: Her dowry.

“You may as well tell her. You’re stalling, Adrian.” He exhaled heavily and avoided my gaze as he muttered, “The Bennett inheritance rule has always been clear. The first male Bennett child of each generation inherits.” The words hung in the air like a death knell. My breath caught, and I felt the blood drain from my face. The rule was archaic, something out of another century. But this wasn’t just about tradition—it was about power, wealth, and control. Genevieve watched me carefully, her expression neutral, but I could see the flicker of unease in her eyes.

In front of all the guests, they announced that they had finally found me, their biological daughter who had been switched by an evil nanny. They also said that to compensate me, they had already prepared an inheritance transfer agreement. As long as I signed it, I could inherit everything immediately. After saying that, they took out the agreement and handed it to me. "Sweetheart, can you accept this as compensation and forgive us?" I held the pen as flashes of my past 20 years went through my mind. I had worked multiple jobs every day and was humiliated by all kinds of customers. But once I inherited this billion-dollar estate, I would be able to live comfortably and never have to give up

On my twenty-ninth birthday, I was supposed to be formally announced as the next head of the Ashford family. But before the charity gala began, my mother fed my succession speech into the shredder and replaced it with a written pledge to my sister. "Lydia hasn't had an easy time since the wedding. Announce in public that you're giving her the Harbor Hotel. Think of it as backing her up." It was the first property my grandmother had left me, and the only project I had been allowed to run on my own in eight years. I asked my mother, "And if I'm not willing?" My father looked at me coldly. "Don't forget, you'll inherit all of Ashford one day. She only has us." They had always used the inh