The Inheritors Novel Novels & Stories

"Anything you have to say, you can say in front of everyone here." Vivian's smile tightened. "Very well. Then I'll be direct." She reached into her coat and pulled out a folded document, holding it out to Riley. "I am the sole inheritor of my brother's estate. His assets, his holdings, his debts—all of it passed to me upon his death. And I have spent the last eight months going through every piece of paper he left behind." Riley didn't take the document. "I don't care about your brother's money."

I looked back at Dante and Rocco, their eyes burning with need, with possession, with love. Then I walked. Down the stairs. Into the hub. The retinal scanner waited cold blue light pulsing. Eighteen hours. One scan. One heir. And when I emerged alive or dead would they still be waiting? Or would the legacy claim me first? The scanner hummed to life. A voice Alexei’s recorded voice echoed from hidden speakers: “Welcome, heir. Scan to inherit. Or refuse and all will burn.” Behind me, the door hissed shut. Locked.

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

“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.

Warren repeated and that was when I got to wrap my head around it. My inheritance? I have an inheritance? I thought they’d already taken everything… "Yes, Olivia is the rightful heiress to the Winehouse corporation and…" “She has been lost for three years, why didn't any of you take over the corporation?” Warren asked, the confusion in his eyes mirrored what was in mine. That fateful night, I gave up on the inheritance. I still vividly remember the assassins who barged into our home that night, they wanted my life but my mother wouldn't let them.

But the clauses below it were what made her breathing slow down and become deliberate. *In the event of Elias Rhodes predeceasing the testator, or dying without direct issue within ten years of inheritance, all assets shall pass to any proven biological heir of the extended Rhodes line, including but not limited to any heir not previously publicly acknowledged.* She read that sentence three times. Below it, in a separate addendum dated two years later, in her mother's solicitor's hand: *Liora Adaeze Rhodes, born* and then her birth date, and the name of the hospital, and a DNA verification reference number attached as an exhibit.

“Then Marcus gets a Pyrrhic victory. He might get the inheritance, but he’ll lose the company. The board won’t follow him after this, they've seen who he really is.” After she hung up, Selene looked at Avalon. “Would it be okay If we lost the inheritance?” “Truthfully, I don’t know. That’s Pierce Holdings, everything Nene built and all I’ve protected for ten years.” “But would we be okay?” Avalon thought about that. “Yeah. We’d be okay. I have Nexus and I have enough money. We will survive.” “More than survive?” “Yeah. More than that.” Selene felt something release in her chest. She confirmed the inheritance mattered, but it wasn’t everything they were.

There used to be staff working day and night to keep it as new as it was from the day it was built, but now it's just me, Gareth, and Kira, the housekeeper he decided to keep. Even with my slow pace, the sound of my flip-flops still bounces on the wall adorned with intricate golden motifs. I plan to move out soon, this place is so close to driving me insane with how empty and desolate it is. The good news is, I no longer have to think about money because I have my inheritance funds now. As I slip into the kitchen, I find Gareth seated behind one of the counters with a cup in his hand. The Villa is vast, and I haven't run into him after his confrontation at the will reading. He catches me bef

But at the same time, I become wary about the future. My father just said I was the heir to this family. But I do not know anything about the underground world. Also, I’ve almost died twice now. The necklace. I left it back in the other house. If I’m allowed to pack my clothes. I’ll keep that necklace and ask what is it really about. I don’t think it’s just a normal necklace that Hannah wore.

House Dominion with Jordan, Alexis, Brian, and Caroline; House Royal—Anabel, Theo, Eliza, and Oscar; House Phantom—Bianca, Felix, Leah, and Cyrus; House Titan—Ethan, Daniel, Ava, and Lucas; House Valiant—Oliver, Tessa, Jeremy, and Diana; and finally, House Elect, led by Adonis, Sophia, Julia, and Eddie. The House Masters stood at the front, watching closely but offering little in the way of comfort. Their presence alone was enough to remind everyone of the stakes. The silence that hung in the room was broken only by the occasional shuffle of paper or a whispered word between houses. Professor Whitmore’s voice rang out, crisp and clear. “Welcome, students, to the Inheritance Trial. You will e