Winning The Heir Who Bullied Me Novels & Stories

the screen. The camera zoomed in on Lucian as the boy clung to Seraphina’s hand, looking both curious and nervous beneath the glaring lights. Marrow’s expression darkened with fascination. “He has Lysander’s eyes.” Another executive shifted uneasily. “What would you like us to do?” Marrow did not answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the boy. “Prepare a statement,” he finally said. “Congratulate Mr. Virell on his newfound fatherhood.” The executive looked surprised. “You want to appear supportive?” Marrow smiled slowly. “Publicly.” Back at Virell headquarters the press conference finally began to wind down as Adrian signaled that only two questions remained. A middle aged journalis

"I'm making it easy for you brother. You already have a large inheritance. I don't want to get dad involved.” I sneered. That was the only leverage he had. Our father. He always pulled that trick whenever he didn't get his way. And I always allowed him. Not anymore. "Go ahead then," I snapped. “Then father will remind you how you lavished your money and sold his shares leaving his company bankrupt while in Norway.” His eyes widened as he stared at me, leaning in closer. "How did you…." “I observe, Tristan," I interrupted, glaring at him. “I do my research. Besides, when I heard you would be coming for my wedding, I knew something was up. You would never agree to see me.”

Heir. Fear moved through me then in a different shape than before. Not abstract. Not philosophical. Immediate. If Tobias Viremont still lived, then I was not some nameless stranger who might pass through the Outlands unnoticed. I was his offspring. His heir. The child my mother took from him and carried back across the barrier. A stolen claim. A missing bloodline. Something more dangerous than I had ever imagined myself becoming.

"You thought I'd let them near her?" "I thought you'd have no choice." Her voice cracked. "You were the heir, Alec. Your father controlled everything. The Council would have taken one look at a half-blood bastard and—" "Don't." The word was sharp. "Don't call her that." "That's what they would have called her." Maya's hands were shaking now. "Right before they decided whether to take her from me or kill her outright." The truth of it hung in the air between them, ugly and undeniable.

I want to rage, to just loose it and break everything that comes in sight, whether it’s people or furniture, or the whole damn world. It was supposed to be mine. The money, the lands, everything. This is the reason I stayed - because once upon a time my father promised to make me his heir, to give me everything that he had. Lies. I have no father apparently. Apparently, one can be a father only by blood and even though he practically took me off the streets and raised me as his own, I am not his blood, therefore all my hard work meant nothing to him. All the time I dedicated to his estates, managing his businesses, taking care of this hacienda, not even once catching a real break, it meant n

He followed this announcement with that same mysterious smile of his. A lump formed in my throat. I felt trapped—caught in a game whose rules I could not understand and that might never end. This time, it was deadlier than ever. There was no way out. When the meeting finally ended with nothing more than a formal announcement welcoming us to the Heir Program, I slowly walked out of the chapel. Tisha had already left without the slightest hint of guilt. Why would she feel guilty? She was probably thrilled now that she had a way to torment me under the guise of competition. But I wouldn't just sit there and let her.

“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

“What’s strange is that every family connected to the people who bullied her suddenly went bankrupt. Everything was hidden after she entered college.” Theo let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no warmth in it. “So my rival is Ash Windermere.” “Boss… what are you thinking?” “Nothing.” Theo’s eyes returned to the monitor. “I don’t care about Ash. The only thing that matters is that Shana becomes mine.” A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. “She’s my treasure.” And more importantly, she was the only person who could heal him. Lunch hour soon arrived, and Theo stood from his seat.

An heir. Some people even started calling him The Billionaire’s Heir—not just for his lineage, but because of his looks, charm, and ease with people. He was every bit the prince in the spotlight—yet the shadows of his past never quite left him. “The night is still young, Duke,” a voice called from behind him. “Why aren’t you down there, dancing with the girls?” He turned slightly and saw Addison, his cousin—twenty-six years old, the eldest daughter of Aunt Danica. She leaned casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in hand, her dark red dress hugging her curves elegantly.

I was treated worse than an omega and lived like a slave. I am no daughter of Alpha Cedric and Luna Mariam. I am no heir. To them, I am nothing but a monster who ate their heir before he could take his first breath. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater, And this is my story.