The Inheritors Novel Novels & Stories

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

“What’s this?” Henry leaned back, a small, knowing smile spreading on his lips. “Your inheritance.” Zara’s heart stilled. She hesitated before placing her hands on the wooden surface, a strange chill running down her spine. “Inheritance?” Until now, the only thing she has ever thought of inheriting was the Quinn Group, since for some reason best known to her parents, she was the only legal heir even though she wasn't the only child. Henry nodded. “Kaka wanted you to have it after your once you took over the company after your graduation… but things happened.”

“You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this? This isn’t some dream come true. It’s a nightmare.” I stepped forward, leaning in close, lowering my voice even further, knowing I was pushing her to the edge. “You’re not going to trap me with a kid. I won’t let you. If you want this to end, you’ll take them.” Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t back down. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking with defiance. “I won’t do it. I want this baby, Nicole. I want us to be a family.” I sneered at her words. Family? This wasn’t a family. This was a prison.

~HUNTER POV~ The glass of whiskey burned as it slid down my throat. I was sitting in my private corner of the bar—the same restaurant I had seized from my mother when she crossed the line one too many times. The irony wasn’t lost on me: the bar she once used to charm senators and CEOs was now mine, stripped of her power. I was reviewing contracts when the heavy sound of boots echoed. Derek entered, dragging Jesse across the floor like she was trash he had picked up on the side of the road.

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.

“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.

And he lets the bitterness hang in the air, for me to taste it too. Then he says plainly, “If Dan dies by your hand, everything he owns and controls makes you the inheritor. The structure recognizes blood and acts. It is written, hidden, but it is true. If he dies by someone else, it goes to dust. If he dies on his own, you get to inherit it. But won't it be fun if you take your destiny into your own hands than wait around for someone else to deliver it to you, just like he's always done all your life?” The room narrows around me. The file falls from my fingers and knocks on the floor. Paper flutters. The world tilts a degree and keeps going.

“Maya is the one who will inherit the main property.” Nelly clenched her teeth, fury blazing in her eyes. “Dad, why would Maya, a lowlife who has never touched anything good in her entire life get to inherit your wealth?” “Shut up,” Ethan snapped coldly. “It’s like there is no news in the police station you were in, so let me brief you.” Nelly froze.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

Gaspare continued watching me with that same half-smile. The broken glass cut into my palm. The blood flowing from my hand pulled my crumbling sanity back from the edge. I dropped the bottle. Gaspare nodded with satisfaction. "I knew you'd be more sensible than she was." … After that day, I stopped resisting. I accepted every arrangement Gaspare made for me. I was just a fake heiress with a borrowed name in the Toscano family, so trying to take down Gaspare on my own was impossible. I had no power, no resources.