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The pull inside my chest had intensified, no longer vague, no longer distant. He was not just watching. He was preparing. And worse than that, I knew with chilling certainty— He knew exactly who I was. The forest shifted softly around us, indifferent to the weight settling in my chest. The path ahead had changed, even if the destination had not. This was no longer about Rowan’s remnants. This was about inheritance. And somewhere beyond the trees, the Heir was laying claim. Not with war. But with patience.

"But you're a bit late. I’ve already sold the LeClair-Thorne Empire to the Grand Auditor... and the first thing I’m liquidating is the Parents." She leveled the rifle at Julian’s head. "Simulation or not," the White-Haired Hope sneered, looking at her rose-quartz sister. "There’s only room for one Heir in this Ledger. And I don't share my Interest."

“Si Hector Santos ay isang ‘phoenix man’, umaasa sa kayamanan ng asawa. Napili siya ng nag-iisang anak na babae ng pamilyang De Vera bilang manugang. Nang mamatay ang mga magulang ng asawa niya sa aksidente, at pumanaw din ang asawa niya dahil sa sakit, iniwan niya ang kanilang anak na lalaki at babae. Kahit kamamatay pa lamang ng kanyang asawa, pinalitan niya ang apelyido ng pamilya sa Santos at dinala ang kanyang kabit at dalawang anak sa kanilang bahay.” “Sinasabing ang anak sa labas ay ilang buwan na mas matanda kaysa sa anak ng pamilya De Vera, at hindi nagtagal, kumalat ang balitang tumakas daw ang dalawang bata mula sa kanilang bahay. Siguro siya at ang kabit niya ang may pakana noon!

Could she bear to unravel it? The parchment crackled softly in the night air. The inked words were bold, written in her father’s sharp hand: To my true heir, if ever you read this, the truth has found you too late. The crown you inherit is not forged of gold but of blood, and its secret will hunt you as it hunted me. Trust no council, no knight, no kin—your throne rests on a lie, and those who know it will kill to preserve it. Her breath caught, and the page nearly slipped from her fingers.

Margaret sneered. "Get a grip, Felix. That Vivian girl was just some commoner trying to marry into money. Getting rid of her bastard child is nothing but a benefit to this family." "Bastard?" Felix shot up, his eyes bloodshot. "Mom, do you have any idea who you killed?" He stood, trembling with rage. "Vivian was carrying the one and only heir to the Blackwood family!" Margaret's wine glass froze mid-air.

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”

Compared to having his lover by his side, he would much rather have his company! [Such a pity for Harmonia. She was already dumped by Absalom. After she got together with a new sugar daddy, Hector dumped her too!] [Someone took her in, didn’t they? We just don’t know who bought Marshtown Studio yet. Do you girls have any news?] [Could it be the mysterious heir of the billion-dollar fortune? I heard that the heir has suddenly shown up and claimed it despite having been gone for nine whole years.] [The heir is actually an heiress who owns a Lamborghini! She wore sunglasses, a baseball cap, and a mask. She’s really mysterious!]

"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.

Every lead in the serial disappearance case she had been investigating pointed there. Aurelio frowned. "What do you want at the family banquet?" She shrugged. "Hook a wealthy man, of course. You don't want me anymore, so I need to find someone else." Aurelio froze for a moment, anger rising in his eyes. "Sofia, how did I never realize you were this shallow?" She looked at him calmly. "I could never match Elena's innocence and elegance. Aurelio, you promised to compensate me. You wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"