Inheritance Book の小説・ストーリー

Then, carefully, he read: > “To my sweet Alaya, You mean more to me than I was ever brave enough to show in public. You were the only peace I ever had in this world of masks, and it’s my deepest regret that I couldn’t be the man you deserved while alive. I cannot give you the world I promised — not from the grave — but I can give you what I built of it. To you, I leave all my personal properties, including my home, my estate vehicles, and art collections. I also leave you full ownership of Westwood Couture and all affiliated companies, holdings, and stock. You are now the sole inheritor of my shares in Westwood Holdings.” The room went dead silent. Alaya blinked. Her brain was still trying t

Since it was quiet in the dining room, I could hear the scraping of the plate against the knife and the sound of my dad pouring drinks into the glass. “What’s wrong with you? I’m so happy and proud that you’re Jay’s girlfriend. He’s a wonderful man with great wealth. You can’t take care of one man. How are you going to take care of the inheritance I’m going to give you in the future?” Grandma said. I put the knife and fork I was holding onto the plate and replied, “There’s no connection between men and inheritance, Grandma.” “To me, there is a connection. A competent person can keep things stable and remain on his own. Do you understand?” Grandma asked as she gazed at me. Honestly, the look

grandpa's voice echoed out and I just couldn't help but grit my teeth at that. Spencer was just as manipulative and contemptible as his mother and I wasn't gonna let him have my inheritance. AUTHORESS After Josh had left, Monroe Carter looked on at the doors with an expression of concern. "Why suggest he gets married before getting his inheritance? You know he's just gonna find some random bimbo to present to you right? That boy's obviously not ready to settle down, he doesn't even wanna be a CEO. He just wants to inherit everything else, the money, the estates, the lands and the rest of them" came Elizabeth as she walked towards a chair and sat majestically.

Not paranoia. “…There is one final thing you must know. The company you believe you inherited, was never the real inheritance…” Elena stopped breathing. “What?" Marcus remained silent. He hadn't reached that part before. He wanted her to discover it herself. She turned the final page. “…Your real inheritance is a list. A list powerful enough to destroy nations. Protect it.* Never sell it, reveal it and never allow anyone to convince you they already possess it because they don't. Only one person knows where it truly is. You…”

Ancient laws, forgotten houses, blood rites, moon cycles tied to succession and old marks once used to recognize heirs before paper and courts replaced instinct. Most of it was history, some of it was superstition and a small part of it. A very dangerous part had always been real. My father knew the difference, he made certain I would know it too. When I was ten years old, he placed an old leather book in front of me. I still remembered the smell of it. The smell of dust, ink and age. The weight of pages touched by dead hands. I reached for it eagerly, because children mistake forbidden things for treasure. He stopped my hand with two fingers.

She was stepping into a space where past and present no longer competed. Inheritance, she realized, wasn’t just about assets. It was about transformation. And for the first time, what she carried from him didn’t feel heavy. It felt chosen.

Where was the anger a few minutes ago? "Oh, yes, Child. Alessandro wanted to talk to you about your book of medicines. He saw it in Scarlette's hands and was very impressed. Did you write all of them?" I shook my head. The first half of the book was written differently and I now knew it was my Dad's when I compared the handwriting to his old books Grandma gave me. The other half was mostly written by my mother. I only wrote down a few. "You don't have to use all, just a few. Karen's father has a pharmaceutical company and Karen inherited it from him, just like Alessandro inherited it from her. If you allow them to process and put some of the drugs to use, you'll be able to get income from th

“This is why we need you here… we all know you came for your own reasons…” “I understand,” I mutter, my voice shaking. “I promise to help you in whatever way I possibly can.” She nods, lifting the book. “Here. This is a healing book I inherited from my late mother-in-law.” My heart drops when she says mother-in-law. For a moment, it feels like she’s passing down a family gift. “I want you to have it.” She swallows, her gaze urging me to take it. I reach out and accept it. “I know I can’t give you what you came here for, Silver. But this… this book is powerful, magical. If you study it, you will become a great healer.”