The Inheritance Novel Novels & Stories

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."

Amelia's eyes moved across the pages, but her mind struggled to follow. "This… what is this?" she asked quietly. Gregory's voice stayed calm. "Your inheritance." The word did not land properly at first, but then it did. Her inheritance. She looked up quickly. "No… that's not possible. My grandfather was not wealthy like this." Gregory did not react. He simply waited. Amelia shook her head again. "He lived simply. He never talked about business or companies." "That was intentional," Gregory said softly. Her brows pulled together. "Intentional?"

“Your inheritance.” The words flatly didn't make sense, and I laughed quietly…not because it was funny, but because my mind simply refused to process them. “My inheritance?” “Yes.” I stared blankly at her. “What inheritance?” Esther reached across the table and covered my trembling hand with hers. “Before you married Nathaniel, before you ever became part of the family, there was a secret your parents went to great lengths to hide from you.” My throat tightened painfully. “Esther, please stop speaking in riddles.”

It would make people think that she was plotting something but Vivian was very determined in giving it to her. She tried to refuse but Vivian got very mad and serious. She couldn't go against Vivian, therefore she still accepted it in the end. Although she accepted it, she felt uneasy. She didn't want to accept gifts from other people so casually, not to mention that it was such an expensive gift. Besides, the inheritance right of Richards Manor was not something ordinary people could get. Why was she the one to inherit it? As the saying went, no crops would grow without watering them daily. After all, she was not a member of this family, why should she inherit such a valuable property?

Then like a flashbulb I remembered a quote my father had used before he passed away. Just make sure you are married or engaged if you ever need the family inheritance.They can't defraud you that way I finally stopped pacing. That was true. We might be married and he might be thinking that getting married to me and then divorcing me would get him a fortune but he was mistaken. I didn't need him to return to me. I needed my inheritance. For years I believed that my greatest strength was love but now revenge might be even more beneficial. I checked the time. Nearly seven o’clock from what I had heard tonight was the engagement dinner that Camille and Barry were throwing.

Their vast business empires were inherited by their nephews, cousins, and other relatives. Those heirs, coincidentally, were the male lead, the second male lead, and the third male lead of the original novel. This was why I had been so confident when I bet that the children belonged to all three of them. After all, who would reject a child who could potentially be their own when facing their mortality? Especially Reuben, whose nephew became the male lead of the story. After becoming the CEO, that nephew shared a dramatic love story with Melanie, involving cat-and-mouse chases and an inescapable romance.

"While someone simply walks through the front door." Helena looked toward the journals then toward the younger woman. "You really were the one he expected." Althea shook her head immediately. "No." Her smile softened. "Not just me." She picked up Nicholas' drawing, holding it gently. "Our family." She stated. Helena looked confused. "Dominic inherited Alessandro's heart." Althea continued to explain. “Nicholas inherited his imagination. While I inherited, somehow, the way he observed." Silence. "Together..." She quipped, “we solve him."

Just one: Inheritance. She stared at it. Inheritance wasn’t about capital. It was about ideology. Control versus transparency. Protection versus exposure. Love versus architecture. Inside, Alessandro’s phone vibrated. Dante’s response. He read it slowly. Then looked up at Elara. “He agreed,” he said quietly. “To what?” she asked. “To the summit.” Silence. “He wants it at the townhouse.” Of course he did. Legacy ground. Elara nodded once. “Good,” she said softly.

“I am a little confused by this conversation. Are you happy about my marriage to your son or not?” “You were always destined to be a part of this family, my dear girl. As was your inheritance,” she said. “I have an inheritance?” I gasped. She gave me a look of surprise. “You have not spoken of it with him?” I shook my head. With a thoughtful expression on her lovely face, she sipped her tea in a way that only a prim and proper lady would. “It was probably an oversight or something that he just assumed you realized. You are an only child. There is no son to inherit. Your father placed a clause in the marriage contract that the entire contents of his estate goes to the man that you marr

I stopped the car for a moment and only now realized that I had nothing to leave my inheritance because I had no wife nor, a child. I don't have any family members or relatives at all. How can I now leave all the things I have worked for if I have no heir to leave with it? I can't die yet. As long as I can't make my heir, I can't die. I took my cellphone out of my pants pocket and called one of my trusted assistants, Baste, to find me a woman to marry. When I got home to my mansion, Baste immediately approached me and handed me the list of unmarried women.