Xander Inheritance Games Romane & Geschichten

I reach for his hand with my good one and hold on. “I blamed you because it was easier than blaming the entire system that put both of us in that position. The truth is larger than either of us. And it is not finished. The same blood trait that made me valuable then is the reason Xander is still hunting the boys now. He knows. Or someone working with him knows. That is the new leverage. Not just revenge. Inheritance.” Sebastian stands and walks to the reinforced door, checking the locks even though we both know they are secure. When he turns back his voice has the edge I have only heard when he is already planning blood.

On the day my grandfather, who was the wealthiest man in this state, died, the entire family got into a huge fight over the inheritance. My father could not stop the fight, so he requested my mother’s support. When I arrived, my grandfather was lying motionless on the bed. He was not even changed into his funeral suit. My aunts were pulling on each other’s hair as they fought over the ownership of a building. My uncles were fighting over the Rolls-Royce car keys. The entire family looked like hooligans as they fought. My mother was holding gold bars as she yelled at me, “What are you waiting for? Take that gold ring off your grandfather’s finger!” I rubbed my hands and was just ab

Xander once told me he was the heir of the Montenegro Empire. Who is he marrying? “Oh, that’s Loraine Herrera. Gosh, I don’t like that girl. They say she’s pretentious and mean.” My eyes widened at what I heard. Loraine Herrera?! What the hell?! ****

She's the same age as Y and Z. Xander sat beside me and I gave him a nod. He is uncle Raze's eldest son and we share the same interest - reading books. He looked at me and I opened my palm towards him, "Where's my gift?" I teased and he raised his eyebrows. He's literally the younger version of uncle Raze, only with a longer hair.

Replied Prince again, almost completely recovered, but melancholy. — How terrible! But it's just a rumor, it's not really, is it? Asked Lion, startled. — They say I owe my strength and courage to my eyes, even though I don't think I'm brave, I know I'm stronger than any other child. So, I am only an heir until there is someone to replace me. But I don't have a mother and Dad doesn't want to fall in love again, the nobles are starting to worry that the lineage will end. If that happens, Castela will be without a king for fifteen years! Until new children raised and educated to be heirs grown up. And thereafter, they still need to compete to find out who is the most worthy! … Everything … Beca

was crystal clear under the lights. "I barely had time to go through my mother's inheritance, and you already want me to hand it over on a silver platter? Samantha, Howard, you're even more shameless than I thought." A collective uproar erupted from the crowd. How did the inheritance document turn into a gift agreement? Samantha's face went deathly pale. She hadn't expected that I'd be able to uncover the contract she'd buried under layers of deception. But Howard's reaction was lightning fast.

hadn't just touched Selene; it had used the very link I created to plant a seed in the one thing I was trying to protect. "He's in him," I whispered, my voice trembling as I pulled the baby away from my chest, staring at him as if he were a stranger. "Xander, the Heir... he's in our son." Xander didn't answer. He was staring at his own hands. The silvery scars on his wrists weren't red or green anymore. They were turning a bruised, necrotic purple. "He isn't just in the baby, Sara," Xander said, his voice sounding hollow. "He’s in the blood. The 'Global Receivership' isn't a political move. It’s a biological takeover. He’s calling in the debt of our DNA."

It felt like a cherished family heirloom, and I could sense its value in the weight resting on my finger. “You…” I stammered, awestruck as I admired the ring, excitement fluttering in my chest. “It’s my family’s heirloom. It was bought by my grandfather, who used it to engage my grandmother, then passed to my father, and now to me. I never had the chance to properly place it on Nora’s finger. I guess it was made for you,” Xander said warmly, settling beside me on the bed. “It’s quite expensive. I don’t think I should have it… It belongs to your family,” I replied, uncertainty threading through my thoughts. Wearing this ring suddenly felt like I was claiming a part of Xander’s legacy.

But apart from that, we have no idea what the hell is going to happen. And if she’d read the goddamn paper, she would see the last thing I focused on was money or property. I’m more interested in what would happen to the child she is carrying, if by any chance we separate. I need my heir, and I’m keeping him or her close, no matter what. The room has been quiet since she left. I decide she has had a minute to calm down. I give her father an apologetic look. The man was shooting daggers my way but my focus isn’t on him right now. I have to speak with his daughter and I know what I have to say will piss her off even more.

The three of them looked at Ayesha. "Dare? Oh, yes honey, that's fun." Summer nodded. "Yeah, let's bring back our favorite game." Roxy also nodded. The three of them suddenly turned to Lia. "Oh, sure. I'm into games right now honey bees." She's also game. When they finished a bottle of Martini Ayesha took it. "Okay. Here's the bottle," she raised the bottle. "Like the old times. I will rotate it in the middle of the table, whoever will be pointed at the mouth of the bottle will be the first loser." they all nodded at her.