Novel & Cerita The Inheritance Of Loss Novel

He said he wanted to keep the photos in his wallet so that he could show off his beautiful wife to everyone. I was smiling brightly in the photo. But Alexander's eyes were red as he turned to look at my parents. He gave them a sad, apologetic smile and said, "I've transferred the marital home to you. Nothing I do will ever make up for what Izzy had endured, and I'm sorry for taking your precious daughter away from you. "I have nothing to give you to atone for my mistakes. I can only hope that I'll get to see Izzy again in the afterlife."

"My father, job, and husband were taken away from me, but did you ever see me going crazy to get any of it back? It's because I know none of it was truly mine. "My father isn't a real father, my husband isn't a real husband, and even my job is just a position my ex-husband can replace at will. None of them are mine." She stared at him. "However, the dress she's wearing is mine. It's my…" The words "my inheritance" were on the tip of her tongue, but didn't come out. "It's my property, something that's entirely mine. Natalie has no right to touch it, let alone damage it." Liesel's eyes glinted with a sharp chill.

“They carry no weight. They are simply light.” He didn't look at me; his eyes were fixed on our son. “They are unburdened, Elara. That’s the difference. We passed down the corporation, but we failed to pass down the emotional clarity. We gave them the world, but we had to break it first to show them how to put the pieces back together, honestly.” “That breaking was the cost of the inheritance,” I countered softly. “The cost of defining the new legacy.” The officiant—a close friend of Isabelle’s, an older woman with a gentle, weathered face—began speaking, but her words were less of a ceremony and more of a quiet reflection on partnership.

According to Ryan’s investigation, the Schmidt family really had a daughter who died young, and the cause of death was hereditary heart disease. The reason I disappeared from the world was that I took her place. But this did not matter anymore. After all, all the properties of Schmidt Corporation that were transferred overseas had finally been given to me. Although I could never step out of the mental hospital again, this time, nobody could bully me again.

Please," Dad said quietly. Reluctantly, I walked over and sat beside him. Even then, I warned myself not to relax. This place no longer felt like home to me. The people sitting here hardly felt like family anymore. There was no point letting my guard down when, deep inside, I still felt like an unwanted outsider in my own house. "Elena," Dad began. "Please listen carefully to what I'm about to tell you because it is important. Having you here right now feels like a second chance, and I don't want to waste it," he said. "I made a terrible mistake when I lost your inheritance. After your mother died, she left her share of the family's wealth to you, along with everything else that belonged to

“We have the inheritance deadline from your father hanging over us. It already feels like we're fighting a lost battle." Dominic’s voice grew softer, more desperate. “I know it looks bad. I should have been honest from the beginning. But losing Elena and knowing she was pregnant changed me. It made me afraid to get close to anyone again. Then you came into my life, and I started believing I could actually win this inheritance.” “How can anything feel real when you’re still carrying this much unspoken history? Elena remembers being held against her will. She mentioned dangerous people connected to your family." I couldn't stay still. I paced back and forth. Already understanding the weight of

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.

Kevin concluded "The name didn't ring a bell so I'm guessing my mother must have picked her from nowhere. Probably won't tell her of my blindness till we're married." "You can't entirely blame your mother, you know? She's doing this for you." "Tell me what's worse, Ian" Kevin paused and added "Staying a bachelor and losing my inheritance or getting married to a greedy thief who's probably gonna rid me of my inheritance?" "The first for me," Ian answered. "What?" "Well, if you lose your inheritance to your brother you have automatically lost everything. Your large mansion, money, your sight included which means you wouldn't even get a job elsewhere. Think of your mother."

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

A reality where I had to face the legacy of a family I barely knew but was undeniably a part of. Walking back through the halls, I couldn’t help but reflect on the story Aaron had told me. His life, dictated by a domineering father, felt eerily like a warning. The love he lost, the child he abandoned—these were the ghosts that haunted him. And now, they were my inheritance.