The Inheritors Novel Novels & Stories

For years she'd inherited secrets. Harbor. The estate. The Dickson name. Maybe it was time to leave behind something different. Something built from love instead of power. Outside, snow continued to fall. And somewhere in the pages of history, a forgotten woman named Eleanor was finally about to be remembered.

"We go to the bank. We get the inheritance. We end this." Isabella shook her head. "It is not that simple." "Why not?" "Because the investors know about the inheritance. They have been looking for it for years." "Then we get there first." "They have guards. Cameras. Dogs." "Then we bring an army." Isabella looked at him. "Do we have an army?" Rex looked at Dimitri. Dimitri looked at Katerina. Katerina looked at Alexander. Alexander looked at me. I looked at them. At my family.

The next few minutes were spent calming myself down. The hall fell hush silent as Professor Pint walked in not long after, his cane clicking on the floor before him. It was the same one as the last. Same Obsidian Circle symbol on the head of the cane. The Obsidian Circle. My father really founded that? How he he kept it from me for so long? Did mother know? I had so many questions, I didn’t know if I’d find the answers. I looked at the Professor. Was he in on whatever reason the circle had to be after me? Was he aware of the incidents that occurred? If he did, he didn’t act like it at all.

Oliver fired. “We did!” Dianne fired back. “...back then you were so frustrated because, father-in-law inherited your brothers more than you. Father-in-law gave the hospital's management to James and the airlines and cargo shipping to Vincent, but he only left you with this farm. That night, you came home wasted… you forced yourself on me. You took me by force then acted like nothing happened the next day!!!" Dean and Dylan were shocked at that revelation. They didn’t know that the woman they called mother had experienced something inhuman. They had never once imagined that their mom had been keeping it to herself.

And I saw the moment it clicked. “There it is.” I pointed at his face. “You remembered.” “Rowan…what is she talking about?” Verity looked up at the king. “A surviving alpha inherits the packs of their fathers.” “Bingo.” I smiled. “I’ll even bring you a cookie.” Verity smiled. “But everyone in your packs is dead.” “What’s your point?” I shook my head with a smile. “I still inherit the accounts, the contracts, the lands, the properties, and the title. And with the title comes what?”

After saying that, she looked up and said in an icy tone, “I’m curious. Mr. Carter, why do you want to kill me?” Ben smiled and pursed his lips tightly. He obviously was not willing to answer. Since he did not want to talk, she could do it. Harmonia’s expression turned cold, and her beautiful face exuded an air of coldness as she said, “My grandfather has an unresolved and substantial inheritance explicitly designed for his direct descendants. However, the heir to this inheritance had yet to appear. However, a woman driving a Lamborghini finally came to claim the inheritance that day. You knew that all the villas in Area 1 belong to my grandfather.”

The fight for Grandpa’s fortune began the second his funeral ended. The arguments were just heating up when a freak blizzard rolled in, trapping us all in the estate. "I told you we should've split the money and run!" Sarah shrieked. "But no, you all had to fight. Now look at the snow! We're trapped for a week!" Grandpa was barely in the ground, and the estate was already a war zone of complaints. Everyone wanted the biggest piece of the pie. They were ready to draw blood for it.

My father looks up at me, curiosity flickering across his face. "It's about the family inheritance. As most of us already know, our grandfather, Bartholomew Cross, founded the Cross Enterprise, and in his will, he wrote out some shares that would be inherited by his first great-grandson, which is Ezra. We—" "Adrian, we've talked about this before, and I told you that an illegitimate child cannot inherit my father's shares." My father stands to his feet, his voice echoing through the living room like thunder. "But it is written in the will," I say.

she said slowly, voice dripping with disbelief, “That you negotiated my inheritance without my knowledge? And now you want to seal the deal with a goddamn wedding?” Her father leaned forward. “You can’t inherit it without my consent. And you won’t be able to hold onto it without their protection.” Something in his tone made her stomach churn. “You make it sound like you have full right to dictate my inheritance, Like I'm in Danger ” she said carefully. For the first time since this conversation began, her father looked… tired. “This is more complicated than you think, child,” he muttered. “The mine had many investors, people who didn’t appreciate waiting for your mother’s stubbornness.”

said Hannah. Money. That was the answer to everything. They were selling me to another man in order to fill the pack’s bank account. After all, the pack was struggling with finances. They’d even spent my inheritance, the only thing I had left of my mother, to keep themselves afloat. The inheritance was supposed to be given to me for my own wedding and the life that followed. It was a substantial sum that came with a large amount of land. I suspected it had been used by my step-mother and her pack that had joined Blackwood.