Walking Away With His Heir Novels & Stories

He hung up the phone and turned to face her. “They’ve taken him,” he stated. “Took who?” she murmured, already suspecting the answer. “The guardian,” Damian clarified. “The only one who knows the heir's location.” The room was engulfed in silence. Aria sensed a chill creeping into her very bones. “This is no longer just about image,” she stated. “Correct,” Damian concurred. “It’s a matter of survival.” He picked up his jacket but paused. “Aria,” he said. “This is the moment I advise you to leave.”

Jodie Stafford, the wealthiest heiress in Jensford, suffers a horrific car crash that leaves her paralyzed from the waist down, jeopardizing her claim to Stafford Corp. When the news reaches home, my adopted brother, Liam Gordon, drops to his knees in the living room and begs me to take his place in the arranged marriage. Holding my glass of water, I sneer as I take a step back. "Back then, you looked down on me—the real heir you brought back from the countryside—saying I was too uncultured to be presentable, so you forced the marriage alliance with the Stafford family on Liam instead. "Now that Ms. Stafford is paralyzed and a liability, you want me to take his place? Not a chance in hel

“I know how much you love each other and all that.” My eyes turned red. Not from rage but sadness. Remembering he was gone—that he could not be by my side anymore— hit me more than I’d expected. Especially now more than ever. “He was supposed to be the heir to Kings which is really fine by him.” he released his folded arm. “Everyone loves him anyway.” He is sounding more serious now, and that made my heart beats more faster. Like some great deal of crap are going to be revealed at the end of the conversation.

Nathaniel answered. "Okay, I'll do just that." His mom responded. Few seconds later his father's voice came up. "Hello Nathan, what is it?" "Dad. I have something important I need to tell you." Nathaniel sounded urgent. "What is it? Hope there is no problem with my company?" His father asked. "No, I want to take a leave. I.. I have something important to do back in Washington. You know Isabella Asher Queen right? The current heir of Queens empire?" Nathaniel asked.

My grandfather replies. I hear the sound of the door, indicating that my grandfather had left. "This man is already too old, we need a new CEO urgently". Ricardo says, huffing with anger. "Just leave him alone, he's only defending his niece". Another speaks and everyone laughs. "He can understand it, what guy wouldn't carry her to bed?" Another speaks and again everyone laughs. "What she has of beauty, she has of crazy. Conner's son has no idea he's marrying the devil himself". Ricardo says and everyone laughs.

“I won’t beat around the bush. You must be a very busy man, especially these days.” I wasn’t actually. This was the first time since the funeral I’d even left my apartment. “Thanks. I’d appreciate if we could make this quick.” “Certainly.” Gracefully sweeping his hand toward his visitor’s chair, he sank down into his own and started unraveling a leather strap around a leather-bound folder. The guy definitely had a thing for leather. “As you know, you’re your dad’s only heir.” “Yes.” Well, at least there were no illegitimate children I was going to have deal with on top of everything else.

Dylan said, turning slightly towards his daughter, “Elena is not just returning as our daughter. She’s returning as the official heir to the Walker family’s empire.” A series of sharp gasps echoed through the grand hall. The heir? Were the Walkers out of their minds? The guests were too stunned to react properly. Even Elena looked at her father in shock. “Dad… what are you talking about?” Dylan smiled softly at her. “Elena, we’ve made our decision. I’m getting old, and it’s time for me to step down. I want to spend my remaining years in peace with your mother, and we trust the Pristine Enterprise would flourish under your lead.”

She couldn't believe my father dared to kick me out while I was carrying his future grandchild. “You aren't part of the Velasquez anymore. I will point to Ava as the heir of my wealth. Go away and return here once you aborted your bastard child.” He pulled Ava away from me when she was about to move closer. Auntie Divina was only watching me while tears flowed down her cheeks. “Honey, aren't you worried about your child? She needs you more!” she cried.

"At least now I'll have an heir worth claiming. A child from a woman I actually love." Then he turned. Just like that, without another word, he walked out of the room. He didn't look back.

He hauled me further from the window, and beside us, Salvatore's breathing grew fainter, his grip on consciousness slipping. "The heir..." he whispered. I leaned down, straining to hear him over the chaos. "...must never be allowed to return." Then his hand went slack, and his eyes closed.