روايات وقصص ضمن The Lucky Heir Novel Chuck Cannon

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

Damon’s POV The world always had a way of biting back when you least expected it. I was in my office, nursing a scotch far too expensive for the kind of rage pulsing in my veins, when the news broke. I hadn’t even turned on the television—didn’t need to. My phone exploded with notifications. Mentions. Messages. Headlines blaring across my screen in bold, unapologetic fonts. LUXURY TYCOON LUCIEN Wolfe ANNOUNCES SECRET HEIR AND LONG-LOST LOVE

Realizing how much luck has been present in her life. Even though Clara the Fox is truly deserving of being called the owner of a cunning nine-tailed fox, Fathia can still breathe because of her helping hand. Despite the mastermind behind everything happening in Claire's body, complete with many things that resulted in significant losses, now sitting in the defendant's chair, there are still good things that happened. It's not easy for her to say sorry. Considering that because of Alef Walker's actions, she lost her family.

The hallway went dead silent. Then Crane added: “Margaret didn’t trust the Hartman brothers. She didn’t trust Reed. She didn’t trust Drayke.” A beat. “She trusted only you. And me.” Luca moved before anyone could react. He lunged forward…fast, lethal… But Crane dropped a flash pellet. The hallway burst in white light. Shouting. Gunfire. Footsteps. The sharp slam of emergency doors sealing. And when the light cleared… Crane was gone. Only the Legacy Key remained on the floor, still warm, still humming.

“Holy shit, Lyriana. You’re pregnant with the heir to both thrones. This is more than a scandal. This is a looming war waiting to happen.” I held intensely unto the edges of the windowsill. “I am aware.” “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “I am confused,” I said with a heavy hear. “Well… you better figure it out before someone else does.” She said as I hung up the call. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the letter. Alaric. Here. In the same palace. This was the same man that ruined the world I had. He owns the child I am carrying. He is the heir to Ardonia’s kingdom. Our rival kingdom

ALEJANDRO’S POV The Castillo Mansion was a cathedral of quiet wealth. And it was a cold and quiet as a graveyard. long mahogany table. Crystal chandelier. Expensive china no one ever touched without gloves. The kind of place that was built for the dead rather than the living. But here we were, for me, twenty one years and counting. I sat across from my little brother, Diego, who was, as always, hunched over his phone, fingers tapping fast.

"Clara… You still came to see me?" I gave her a faint smile. "Of course. No matter what, you're still my mother-in-law." She seemed moved and tried to smile back, but it came out strained. "I came to tell you a few things. Weren't you ever curious how Quinton met Mandy?" I paused, then said it plainly. "I introduced them." The smile on her face froze. Her eyes widened. "Mandy getting pregnant wasn't an accident, either. I made sure of it. As for the property deed, I watched Quinton take it myself."

The band came alive as I walk through the gold carpet with escorts by my side. I stand beside my grandfather and watch him as he took his place in front, his crown glistening as he says. "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. Thirty years ago, I was standing right here in front of the different royalties and aristocrats all over the world to pass the throne to my son, Jacob ...may he rest in peace. Unfortunately he pass away and now I'm here again, standing beside my heir." He smiled at me before turning back on the crowd. "I'd never imagined that I'll be able to have a flesh of my own as my successor. I thought that this bloodline will end but I am wrong. Now, may I present to you, the heir t

She had been excluded and was forced to stay home. She ended up gaining from the tragedy, becoming the only heiress to the Lawson family. Now, under her leadership, Lawson Group was flourishing, even surpassing Falkner Group in some areas. I clutched her hand tightly like I had grabbed a lifeline. "Ms. Lawson, please, save me! Save my parents!" A faint blush appeared on her fair face. "Don't worry, Julian. Leave it to me." For some reason, just hearing her promise brought a sudden sense of calm to my heart.

She ran across the halls with glee and stupid abandon as Sal chased her and sweared at her. He always hated it when she took his sword but she couldn't help it. Sal had more love for the sword more than he loved himself. He had deemed it his lucky sword ever since he sparred with Tommen and won gloriously. Ever since then he had earned more victories only when he used the sword. She thought it was ridiculous that he thought the sword to be his lucky charm.