The Inheritors Book Novels & Stories

“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.

The only other answer is that he has gone soft and is doing this for me… Impossible. I take a deep breath and put the notebook aside, it won't be productive to continue like this. Our route will probably be re-established, even so, it is good to check our destination. I look more closely at my room, it must be somewhere in here. On the back wall beside the door, there was a bookshelf. I approach it and examined the books better until I found what I was looking for. “Book of record of the activities of noble houses and affiliates in Europe (1708-1713)”, the newest volume imported from England. This book was my only condition for accepting the king's decree, a well-used opportunity. But back t

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

"By sending cleaners to kill us on your island? That’s a strange way to show family love." "The cleaners were a test of your resolve, Darius," Ivy said, her voice smooth as silk. "And you passed. You protected my daughter. You showed that you are more than the sum of your father’s sins. But Ethan has already made his choice. He doesn't want your protection. He wants his inheritance." "Inheritance?" I looked at Ethan, my heart breaking. "What inheritance? There’s nothing left but blood and debt." Ethan reached into his coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. I recognized it instantly. It was the master ledger, the one our father had kept in the hidden wall safe. The one I thought had

I didn’t dare ask—not yet. She stared at me for a few seconds. I didn’t know what to say, and that rarely happened to me. I leaned forward slightly, trying not to seem desperate. "Andressa? Isaque?" "They’re fine." She paused. "This is about you." My heart stopped. "About me?" "Andressa told me… about your inheritance. About the clause. About… everything." Oh. Oh.

But hopefully I knew that one of my children will keep my dream. So, my money and golds that l had, l needed someone amongst my family to inherit it. And this inheriter should be ..." Where everyone had payed attention to hear_ who the inheriter should be. As Lewis's face glowed in smile. "Jeisin Annes!" The priest called as everyone turned to look at Jeisin. Jeisin had really felt scared like to dig in the ground. Mira held her hand and dragged her to the priest as she collect the documents of Mandrel's wealth.

“How many inheritors are there? Alpha King said there were 23 parts of our… fae lord. So there must be 23 universal design books and inheritors, right? I suppose you are an inheritor as well?” “Yes, you are quite right. I am an inheritor, and I have received his soul from my father. I was a firstborn, you see. And yes, there should be twenty-three inheritors, but so far we have collected twenty universal designs and eighteen inheritors. And with you, it’s nineteen now, and that’s more than enough to summon the fae lord.” “So the fae lord isn’t summoned yet? I thought he was already here somewhere in this world?” I asked, and she broke into a bone-chilling laughter.

He was taking good care of little Peter. I often ponder about the baby. Would I want it to inherit my mafia? To live without the freedom of choice? Yet the power it would wield is undeniable. It wouldn't just take over my empire but Ace's as well. Damn. A Black and a King. What a legacy. I would want to give it everything, and if it chose to reject the mafia, I would be fine with that.

“Ariana Sterling secures guardianship.” “Jackson Sterling, named heir of Robin Sterling’s business assets.” Elara’s stomach dropped. “What?” The head official adjusted his glasses. “As Robin’s only adult son, Jackson inherits controlling shares. As for you, Miss Sterling—you will receive inheritance upon reaching legal age.” Laughter rippled faintly. Felicia smirked behind her mother’s shoulder. Elara shot to her feet. “That’s theft! He wanted me to inherit—” Ariana’s gaze cut sharp as a knife. “Sit down, child.”

I nearly crushed my phone in my hand. One photo after another flicked past my screen, and then I saw it: Serena Ashford’s necklace. That ruby pendant was our family’s heirloom. It had been passed down for more than a hundred generations, but now it was hanging around the neck of an outsider? I remembered it clearly. On Lila’s eighteenth birthday, I had placed it around her neck myself. My pulse thundered as I dialed the number for Lila’s university, words spilling out before I could stop myself. I demanded to know about her enrollment.