Walking Away With His Heir Novelas e Histórias

Walking away meant handing everything over to the vultures in his family waiting to replace him. Richard stood, rounding the desk slowly. “You’re not a fool, Damien. You know what’s at stake.” Damien didn’t move. “You don’t know a damn thing about Sienna.” His father’s eyes darkened. “I know she’s standing in your way.” The words sliced through the air like a blade. “This is your last chance, Damien.” Richard’s voice was eerily calm. “Choose wisely.” Damien turned on his heel and walked out. But the weight of the ultimatum followed him.

“I’m not letting you fall on the sword alone.” “Then what?” Julian’s eyes locked onto his. “I’m walking into that boardroom tonight,” he said, “and I’m telling them the truth.” “You can’t…” “I can,” Julian cut in. “I’ve hidden behind the VanDermere name long enough. I want this company to see who I really am.” “And if they cut you off?” Aiden’s voice was sharp. “If they remove you as heir?” Julian gave a crooked, sad smile. “Then maybe I wasn’t meant to inherit it in the first place.”

“Damian… you’re scaring me.” He turned to her. “I’m telling you because you deserve the truth — and because Julian is at the center of it now.” Sienna felt a chill crawl beneath her skin. “Julian is special,” Damian said quietly. “Not because of who he is today… but because of what he represents.” “What does he represent?” she breathed. Damian hesitated. Then said the words as if they physically hurt: “Julian is the last legitimate heir of the Cavendish lineage.”

I let out a soft sigh in my heart. Logically, I should have refused. But my feet moved on their own, and I followed her to the hospital. From a distance, I could already hear Gale's voice. "Dad, Mom, Alex—the thief—is back. He's actually the buyer in charge of acquiring our company this time." Then I heard my father's voice drifting out from the ward. "He has always had a talent for business. I knew I wasn't wrong about him."

“You say that like he doesn’t choose who touches him.” Alexander didn’t respond. Julian continued, tone lighter, “If anything, he was the one clinging to her. Wouldn’t let go of her dress. Very scandalous behavior for a future heir.” Still no reaction. After a moment, Alexander simply said, “Find out who locked that door.” That was it. No curiosity about the woman. No questions about her name. His son was safe. Everything else was irrelevant. The car pulled away into the night. Back upstairs…. Isabella slowly opened her eyes.

He spread his arms toward the expensive mansion around them. “Look at my company.” His jaw tightened. “It's failing. Alliances are the only thing that can save it now and I will build more from the benefits.” His eyes locked onto Chelsea. “All I need is a grandson. Someone worthy to inherit what I've built.” His voice turned cold. “I will never leave everything I own to a fool like you... or your bastard child.” “Then we'll leave,” Melinda said through gritted teeth. “Chelsea and I will leave this house. She is not obligated to do anything for you.”

he said, lifting his eyes to mine. He reached out, gripping my hand with what little strength he had left. “I want you to become the heir, so you can take care of yourself and your mother,” he continued softly. His jaw tightened, and he looked away in disgust. “That family thrives on watching others fall. That’s why I never wanted you to be part of this.” He straightened, his expression hardening. “Now that everything has escalated,” he said firmly, “ This isn't about having a date. It's about lagacy. Power. Its secure the future”.

And he had plenty now. Thanks to my grandfather’s trust being unlocked. "Still a family affair, isn’t it?" Maurice smirked, brushing dust from his tailored coat. Not a damn scratch on him. I clenched my fists. "You picked the wrong side." "There are no sides. Just winners and bodies. I plan to be the first." His eyes flicked past me. Toward the child. And that’s when I knew. He didn’t just come for me. He came to take the heir.

My father stood up and shook hands with the principal before he turned and walked out without another glance. I followed immediately after him and Adrian followed behind us silently. When we got outside the building, the wind felt colder. Father stopped at the base of the steps and turned to look at me. His gaze was sharp as if he was assessing. “Rowan Vale,” he said firmly, “From today, you are my only heir and Crescent Pack’s only hope.” The weight of those words settled heavily between us. “You will not stain our name like your brother did, ” he continued. “You will not falter and you will make this Pack proud.”

The moment they were gone, I said, “They might not understand the power that they have but you cannot walk over them because the Chairman will protect you.” “Will he?” I ignored the question. I placed a file in front of him. I picked the pen in my breast pocket and placed it down, “Sign this—” He grabbed my wrist and tightened so hard I could feel him reaching into my bones. “I said, will he?” I looked at him. My voice was flat. “Yes. You are his heir.” He chuckled but didn’t let go. “Travis was his heir. I was the second batch.” “You wouldn’t be picked if he didn’t want you—”