Walking Away With His Heir Novels & Stories

"I love you. I know I don't say it enough. I know I'm not good at showing it. But I love you." Isabella's heart cracked. "Damien " "I'm going to end it. The engagement. The lies. All of it." His voice was fierce. "I'm going to tell my grandfather that I'm choosing you. That I'm choosing our baby. That I don't care about the company or the family or any of it." She stared at him. "You're going to what?" "I'm going to walk away. From Thorn Enterprises, from the board, from everything. We'll move somewhere far from here. Somewhere safe. Somewhere we can raise our child without all of this... darkness."

Happiness in the wrong direction can be harder to leave than misery you already know how to carry. But I could not remain. The child had to be brought back. You had to be brought back. The answer did not lie only in your birth. It lay in what you would later become and where you would one day stand when the war returned. So I left. I left knowing he would never forgive me. Not truly. Not after I carried his offspring. His heir.” *** The word made me stop breathing. Heir. My fingers tightened on the edges of the journal so hard the old paper creaked faintly. His heir. Not merely daughter. Not merely child. Heir.

Mr Pierre was talking to someone behind the door, his voice loud. Curious, I carefully strolled closer to the door, standing beside it. “You will do exactly as I have ordered you," Mr Pierre said, his tone sharp and firm. It was an order—one that left no room for argument. “I will not," the second voice said, deep and firm. It was unmistakably Conrad's voice. “Tristan is old and wise enough to help himself out. Why should I always clean up his mess or help him?” "You don't have a choice. He is the heir of the Pierre family. You should do your work as the second son. You are born to serve your brother.”

He set his glass down on the marble counter with a deliberate clink. "You’ll get your contract, Elara," he said, walking toward his bedroom. "But you might want to read the fine print. Because in my world, once you’re a Vance, the only way out is in a casket." He paused at the door, looking back over his shoulder. "And Elara? Wear the red dress I sent to your room. It matches the fire in your eyes when you hate me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen." The door clicked shut, leaving Elara alone in the vast, silent palace.

she started, but he cut her off with a raise of his hand. Grandfather Wellesley took a step closer, and though he never raised his voice, the weight of his authority settled over the place. “Her place,” he said slowly, “is here.” Vivian’s jaw tightened. His words was enough to shut her up and at least make Avery feel that someone was on her side. “You may not like it,” he continued, “but Avery is the mother of my heirs. And that means she is family.” Vivian’s face twitched, her fists clenching at her sides. She hated that word heirs and had disputed the fact over and over again in front of Avery.

he said carefully “They’d been dating for two years. He didn’t choose her, chose her stepsister instead” I closed my eyes yes briefly, so that was it. Rejection. Humiliation. And betrayal. No wonder she’d unraveled at the bar. “And the family?” I asked. Alex didn’t hesitate. “Unpleasant. Step mother controls most household decisions, father’s present but does nothing” The usual. “There’s something else” Alex hesitated, then continued “The council called before dawn” I leaned back against the desk “And?” “The succession didn’t take place” Alex continued “without you present, it was impossible to continue”

Or Harbor. Or influence. It was regret. And maybe that was the greatest inheritance he'd left behind. Not a fortune. Not a company. A warning. One Alicia intended to listen to. She reached for Alex's hand. He squeezed hers immediately. No words needed. Outside, snow continued falling over the estate. And somewhere, Alicia hoped, Henry Dickson had finally found peace beside the woman he never stopped loving.

Grandma asked "There's no even need for that. The first and last one are quite easy but the second one is going to be a bit difficult so if you can pass the other two stages and meet the exact requirement, you'll automatically become the heir or heiress. The person with the highest profit wins and it must be two companies" she added "So..... Who are we starting with? Since we have only one male here, starting with him won't be a bad idea. John Campbell, step forward with your ledgers" Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief

he told me. Aria snarled in reference to a counsel, and I couldn’t blame her after her experience with the wolves. “I’ll deal with this later, I want to take my woman home,” I told him. My grandfather snorted, “take your woman and go, but I’ll be calling upon you soon. You’ll be expected to show now that there’s no other heir left to take over.” I lifted Aria up, startling her momentarily, and ran out of the mansion. “How about we go for a run, bella?” I asked her.

" I said sincerely Dad slowly raised his eyebrow and looked me straight in the face. Then, a very sinister smile spread across his face "This house will never have a male spouse. As this family's heir, you should put the family's reputation first my dad spoke darkly, "If so, dad, then I abdicate my position as the heir of Walker family." I said, turning around with determined steps when I heard my dad speak, in a low but clear voice from behind me I guess then I have to find another heir to replace you someone with Walker's blood running through him."