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“So you killed him?, I didn't kill him Alpha, the solution was easy. For that wound to heal, we needed the heirloom to be rubbed over the wound so that it heals itself instantly. But unfortunately, I had lost the heirloom.” “Did you lose it, or you gave it to Xander's park? Why didn't you go for it?” “I swear on my body, I didn't give the heirloom to anyone. I lost it and I don't remember where,” Chad stated. Alpha Zavier smirked, he walked to chad and kicked him hard in the stomach, making him to throw up as he walked away. “I will make your life a living hell, since you allowed my father to die,” He hollowed in anger and walked away.

“You think I don’t know what he’s doing? I helped him draw the blueprints.” Julian blinked. She smiled. “You’re not the only heir playing a long game, Mr. Vince.” And that was when he realized: she wasn’t Crane’s weakness. She was his legacy. — Back in New York – Same Night Clarissa slammed the door open into the safehouse. “Aiden,” she called out. He looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furled. “What happened?” She held up a burner phone. “Emergency message. One of our contacts from Legal just went dark. But before that—he sent a code. It matches a set of offshore files buried under your dad’s name.”

She kept on wondering how he's been doing and worrying if he's alright. Keir was the guardian. No matter how much she turn everything upside down, it won't change what was written in the prophecy. She have the evidences about it. According to those lost pages from the ancient book of the great battle of the three realms that she had found back at his grandfather's house, someone who have the ability to heal on their own is the guardian. And Keir had shown it before her eyes. But the story doesn't end here. Those two lost pages didn't only talk about the guardian but also of the heir of destruction. The moment she read the other one, it was like the whole world just dropped over her, crushing

“He used to talk about you like you were magic. Said he was waiting to find you. That he'd seen your face in dreams. He worked with Selena. They planned to get you out together. He said… You were everything.” My throat closed.= I flipped the book open. Page after page, filled with my face—sketches, charcoal outlines, water-stained smears. My hair, my mouth, my eyes. One word kept repeating under every drawing in a childlike scrawl: The Heir. Heir of what? I turned more pages, the English shaky and broken. Ancient symbols and names I didn’t recognize. A bloodline. A clan. Kitusiko. Another page. A rough sketch of a birthmark.

Prominently highlighted was Article VII, Clause Delta. The figure continued, "However the Council is not without… leniency. A path to redemption exists. You have one week, Alexander Sterling, to fix this breach. You will present yourself before the Council.. You will bring the true heir. The one who can uphold the covenant. The child of the Sterling bloodline. Ready to serve." The woman with the gavel brought it down with a thud. Alexander stared at the screen horrified. The true heir. They didn’t just want his company; they wanted Leo. His son, who was currently undergoing tests for a heart condition was now a pawn in a generations-old game.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

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.

“What the hell are you talking about? I wasn’t shot in my manhood,” he shouted. The man was Brian William, first heir to his family fortune. Although he had been in elite education since a child and had always been taught to conceal his real emotions, Brian couldn’t help cursing as he spoke with this young physician. He put his hand to his forehead and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Brian couldn’t hurt this doctor. After all, he was the last doctor specializing in men’s health that Brian hadn’t visited.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

Jax left quickly. Lorenzo returned to the screens. One image enlarged: a closer view of Isadora’s face. She was starting to stir now, eyebrows twitching, her breathing heavy. But she wasn’t awake yet. “Finally,” Lorenzo whispered. “Finally I’ll have what belongs to me.” His eyes narrowed. “Adrian Sinclair took everything. My place. My legacy. My birthright. And Matt… Matt was just a fool trying to steal leftovers.” He chuckled in disgust. “But you, Isadora… you’re the real heir. You’re the key to the Sinclair empire. To everything your mother left behind.”