Walking Away With His Heir Novels & Stories

She looked at the sturdy little boy standing a few feet away from her, completely absorbed by something below them. ‘Don’t leave your estate to me. Leave it to Toby,’ she said, when she’d recovered sufficiently to speak. ‘He’s your heir. At least for now.’ ‘You are his mother. You will take care of him. And as my wife you can inherit everything without the Chancellor taking his cut.’ ‘Oh, please! You’re not seriously going to marry me as a tax avoidance measure?’

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

“You don’t get to decide for me.” He ignored my protest, “Now that I know one of my children is still alive, things have changed completely from here henceforth.” I stared at him. “What the hell do you mean?” “I have you as my heir.” The certainty in his voice made my skin crawl. “You’ll remain here. You’ll learn what it means to be part of this club. Eventually, you’ll take my place.” I shook my head. “Over my dead body.” He continued as though I hadn’t spoken. “And you’re carrying a child. My grandchild.”

My hands, hanging at my sides, clenched into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard they nearly drew blood. I wiped the sourness from my mouth and instinctively hid the bag of supplements behind my back. "It's none of your business." "How is it not our business?" Liana stepped closer with a sly smile, deliberately caressing the heavy golden locket—a symbol of the pack mother—hanging around her neck. "Kaelen doesn't want me to feel wronged, so he's decided to hold a Grand Naming Ceremony for our son tomorrow. It's a historic event, I know, and as the former mate, you should come and give the heir your blessing, right?"

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .

His stepmother chipped in. With one cold look, his stepmother looked away clearly afraid of his scrutiny. "We would get to see the turnout " That was Ryan's final statement before he finally walked away from the mansion.

It was his mother’s words that forced me to go back to the pack without trying to make a deal. “He was willing to fight by your side. You were too, and we were all willing to support you. What happened, Kai? What made you step back?” Rustem asked, shaking his head at me. “Don’t get me wrong, but you visited the man in Rome, rejecting…” “He is to be announced his heir.” Mom’s voice came from behind me, and I looked away from the man. His eyes widened and he shook his head at me. “And you believed that he would announce you an heir when he had a legitimate one that he gave up on? I am not going to need to mention the one that he killed.” He said, and I shook my head.

Cassian asked, and he nodded with a smile. "You won't have to marry her or anything like that, just choose a woman who isn't materialistic and doesn't crave too much attention, as it could bring us significant problems in the future," he said, shrugging and taking the papers from his son's hands. "Why all of this?" Cassian asked, indignant with his father's attitude. "I want you to have an heir," he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

I tried not to let her words get to me. She looked taken aback as my lips curled up into a smile. I walked closer to her, staring into her eyes that were unfortunately similar to mine. “Did you think telling me all this information is going to make me leave my son behind and run away with a broken heart?” I snorted. “Now listen to me bitch, my son comes first. Neither Vince nor you can take my son away from me. I gave him what he wanted right? An heir. Now he will have to deal with the fact that I'm going nowhere without our son.” I stated adding 'our' for good measure and I grinned in triumph when I saw the murderous scowl planted on her face. “You are going to regret this.” She gritted out

Grandpa finished: “On your twentieth birthday, you will inherit the Vale Corporation… and you will decide who is worthy to stand by your side.” The hall went silent. Sherephina Her breath caught. Leaving? For years? Her heart twisted painfully — she hadn’t expected this. Elias He took a step forward. “You’re sending her away because of him?” Grandpa turned to him sharply. “I’m sending her away because of both of you.” Elias fell silent, but the storm in his eyes said everything.