The Lucky Heir Novel Chuck Cannon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was the most adored and desired by the whole of New York and one of the top 10 most young and richest men in the US. I was the life of the party as I hosted the biggest parties and also, there was never any big event without my presence. I guess you must've been wondering whom the hell I was. Well, I was the famous Josh Carter of the reputable Carter family, as well as the billionaire heir to the Carter heirloom. You thought I was a big shot because I was a famous billionaire already, (chuckle). Just you wait until I get my inheritance, my family's vast fortune and then I'd be a god with the world as my footstool.

'Anna, you-‘ 'And listen, I don't need your help! so, just ignore me, I'm just your servant, never be more than that, especially your bitch!' Anna said in a cold tone. And her words were more than enough to make Liam completely silent and stunned by it. She immediately left with emotional steps, leaving Liam behind. And after Anna left, came from behind Liam, the sound of clapping and very loud laughter. ‘HAHAHA’ 'Wow, what an amazing scene! So dramatic! Liam Lawson, the young master and THE HEIR of the Lawson group, was just rejected by a servant, hahaha!'

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.

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

The Glamour Gift settled inside me, warm and dangerous. The library windows rattled. The red moon dimmed. The man's body began to fade into mist. "The gifts have been delivered," he said. "May each heir pay what she owes." "You had your turn in the last life," she said. "This one belongs to me." I looked at my sister and smiled back. Poor Lydia. She still believed the Scholar Gift had made me great. She had no idea what it had taken from me. And she had no idea that every gift from the Blood Ledger came with a bill.

We all gather around it quickly, like we're all detectives uncovering a big clue. “This is a reading of the Last Will and Testament of Alpha Gunner Collins, of Blood Claw. If you are reading this, I have met an untimely demise. As of this time, I have two living heirs being Tyson and Tyra Collins. However, I have always held a very special place in my heart for my beloved Ellie Sparks as well,” the recording says. “Bastard,” Lilly snaps. Hunter takes her close and holds her, as the recording continues.

Inside were three items: a leather journal, a USB drive, and a smaller sealed envelope. I opened the smaller envelope first. Inside was a check for ten million dollars made out to me, dated two days before Eleanor's stroke. The letter was in Eleanor's precise handwriting: Sophia, If you're reading this, I'm dead and you've won. Congratulations. You played the game better than I expected. The journal contains documentation of every crime Catherine Chen and I committed over the past twenty years. The USB has financial records, communications, everything prosecutors would need. I'm giving you the choice I never gave you before: destroy your mother or protect her.

The evening had settled into the quiet Vargr preferred. He sat in the chair by the window with a glass of wine he hadn't touched, one hand resting on the arm, his eyes on the mountain line where the last of the light was leaving. The compound was running. The program was running. The working held as it would continue to hold until the heir arrived and completed what had taken 153 years to build. The heir. He was certain of it — a son, born of the original line, the last piece of what that night in the ash had set in motion. He had been patient. He could be patient a little longer.

he said and I blushed hard "I think this is the reason why ladies are always around you. Every word you say sounds different" I giggled Writer's POV *A month later* It's been a month since Mitchell became the heiress of the Campbells alongside Chris who made himself known to the public as the new heir of the Rodriguez. They moved out of the mansion just a week after Mitchell became the heiress and ever since then, they've made so many profits and contributions and their businesses have continued to grow over the month.

"So, who gets Bassett Group instead? That bastard son of yours?" Russell's expression hardened. "That's not your decision to make. Either pull yourself together, or get out of this family for good!" Chuck got word two weeks later that Russell's illegitimate son had returned to the country. Russell hadn't been bluffing. That was the wake-up call Chuck needed. There was no way in hell he was handing over his birthright. Only with the power and privilege that came with being the heir could he ever hope to win Lorrie back.