The Lost Heir Novels & Stories

I said to him. "That won't be needed," He answered. "Why?" I asked him. He came behind me and hugged me from behind. "We all believe you are the sole heir of Walton, the next successor of Walton's Industries." He said with so much confidence that his words made a hole in my heart. I realised I was going to lie. I was going to lie to a parent who had lost their daughter nineteen years ago. I deserved to be in hell. "What if I am not?" I said to him, I just wanted to know the consequences after that.

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

"I don't want my son to feel like he's trapped inside a fate he can't escape from." Finn stopped his hand in the middle of the air, her words punching him right in his stomach. Because that was a low blow for him. He didn't have a choice back then, and still doesn't now. "You're right," he said in a low voice, after a few seconds. "He does have a choice, but he needs to know that he also has this option, even though he can't understand it now." Gwen nodded, although he wasn't looking. "Why don't we wait a while for you to announce him as your heir then?"

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.

All it would take for the Amos family to vanish into Astergrad's history was for Sebastian's true identity as the lost heir to be revealed. Baron could only lament that Julius had chosen to test his grandson so harshly. There was one more truth to reckon with—a giant would always be a giant. Whether exposed or not, Sebastian would remain the lost heir whom Baron had to protect at all costs. … "No! I won't let you get hurt! If you do, everything I've done up to this point will have been for nothing!" Baron shouted.

Freda glanced at the blackened screen, her stomach churning. "Being a Harrington was never Freda Lewis' destiny. Someone else is the true lost heir." Like a ticking time bomb, the words replayed in her mind. Her voice was tight as she turned to Alex. "What on earth is he discussing?" Alex took a while to respond. His reluctance made her nervous, and he stroked the back of his neck. Williams also took notice. "Alex," he murmured softly. "This is the moment to speak if you have any knowledge."

Then, in a voice that left no room for argument, Cael said, “You need to stop modeling until after the birth.” Anaïs snapped her gaze back to him. “I’ve already spoken to Mr. Henry,” he continued. “He understands.” A flare of defiance sparked in her chest. “I can’t just disappear.” “You nearly died.” His voice was calm, but beneath the surface, there was an unmistakable edge. “This isn’t up for discussion.” Cael merely just wanted an heir but now he seemed more emotionally invested. Anaïs inhaled sharply, steadying herself. “Let me finish the deal with Elen Clark,” she said, meeting his gaze head-on. “Then I’ll step away; I will do what you want.”

"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."

It had the specific texture of truth that invented histories didn't carry. He had lost her sometimes when she gave birth to me and he had spent years looking for the missing heir connected to the estate he had known about through her. What I had been told was that he had searched for the heir out of love. Out of a desire to see the inheritance reach its rightful claimant. Out of the kind of devotion to a dead woman's memory that made a man do extraordinary things across extraordinary lengths of time. What the document in my hand said was that while searching for the heir, Leonard had been routing the assets the heir was entitled to into his own holding structure.

“I did all this… I betrayed you, I deceived you… all for the perfect bloodline… for the most powerful heir…” “And you're telling me,” he choked out, his mind shattering, “that the treasure I sought... I destroyed with my own two hands?” He looked completely mad, crying one moment, laughing the next, like a broken puppet. Lily cowered nearby, watching in terror. She was too young to fully understand what a “Chosen Child” meant, but she knew, instinctively, that she had lost the most valuable thing in the world. She had lost a brother blessed by the Goddess, a brother she was meant to protect.