Ruthless Heir 소설 & 이야기

the chairman continued, "but, I'll soon retire and need someone to lead this place." He turned slowly toward Gilbert. "From this moment," the chairman said, his voice firm and clear, "I am announcing to this council and to the entire board… that Gilbert Cruz is my first son and now, the rightful heir to the Cruz Empire." The room fell silent. Not a single person made a sound. Gilbert’s breath caught at the board’s reaction. Didn’t they want him? His hand curled into a tight fist beneath the table as he forced a calm expression onto his face.

Jonathan looked at Jim who was red out of anger. "He didn't do anything Hunt. Let him go, you got a grudge against me, take it out on me." "Aww desperate for your love, aren't you?" Jonathan and Jim both shared a glance and then gave a death glare to Andrew. "Want to take a tour of a mansion Kyle?" Andrew said. "I'll suggest you to take the offer. Maybe you get to see your lower?" "What game are you playing Hunt?" "Game of thrones. A king must keep the thrown to himself don't you think?"

I said as Kim slapped me again. "You're so stupid." "I'm better than you who thought you would kill her by burying her alive, what we should find out is who gave her the money to buy the company back." "Isn't that obvious?" "What's obvious?" I asked rudely. "Oliver rescued her and handed her to his father. She got the money from Alex's father and paid you all the shares, bought the company in Alex's make and you didn't even bother to go through the documents." She said angrily as she pushed everything on the table to the ground.

RUTH sat sadly on the edge of the bed, feeling the sorrow crossing from Lush's eyes to her, now enveloping her entire being. Lush Miguel's as a great grandchild is exceptionally kind, a loving individual, despite being the heir to immense wealth. It's delightful that despite his status, he remains so kind and humble. The parents who raised a billionaire like her boss are truly admirable. Then there's her – a poor girl used and taken advantage of him for money. She didn't want to dwell on it, but Baron once mentioned that he had a father who harbored anger and never acknowledged him. Baron had a different heart from Lush.

Flawless, dangerous, smiling like sin. Lucien was just behind him, all black-on-black with a silver tie clip and his signature cold expression. Then came Clarissa—radiant and terrifying, the woman who snatched my dream and now living in it . There were others, names that made boardrooms tremble. Sons and daughters of legacy empires, crypto gods, oil heirs, and tech moguls. Beautiful. Ruthless. Lethal. Everyone noticed them. Everyone adjusted themselves just a little bit. Except Alejandro. He was the one piece missing from the poisoned puzzle. Rumor was he was out of the country on a last-minute business trip

“To Lena Vale, I leave my appreciation for her tireless leadership during my declining years — and my hope that she continues to protect the company from the inside.” “And to Noah James Quinn, my biological son and sole remaining blood heir…” The room locked up. “…I leave full control of all Quinn family private holdings, including my personal estate, majority company voting rights, and executive designation, pending completion of one fiscal year of active participation and board service.” Someone choked on air. Merrick looked up. Noah didn’t move. Lena’s pen was still. Victor barked a short laugh, humorless and sharp. “Is this a joke?”

“You fool, do you even know why I insisted on you marrying Angela Hunter?” I frowned, breathing hard. “Because she’s from a good family?” He let out a cold laugh that had no humor in it. “Good family? You really think I care about that?” He released me and straightened his jacket, pacing behind his desk like a man trying to hold back a storm. “Beta Hunter and his wife inherited a fortune, old money hidden well, tied to properties and accounts that only their bloodline can access. And guess who’s the sole heir to that wealth.”

Frustrated at being ignored, Ruth dodged my hand and ordered someone to pin me back down. Her eyes gleamed like a sly, venomous snake, her gaze seemingly piercing through the tracker. "I'm the long-lost daughter of the Schneiders. I'm the one marrying Sebastian instead. As for your broke little daughter, I'll bury both of you together once you're here!" Dad was puzzled. "Claudia's my only daughter. What do you—" Before he could finish speaking, Ruth smashed the tracker hard onto the ground, and his voice vanished.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

Graham said raising a brow at me My chest felt tight, I was being cornered “Even if it is,” I said sharply, “that doesn’t erase what she did.” “No,” Matthias agreed. “But it complicates it.” Helena leaned forward slightly. “You need an heir.” The words landed hard becausethey weren’t wrong but right now they felt like an insult. “My mother is barely gone,” I said, my voice low and dangerous, “and you’re already talking about heirs?” “No,” Ruth said gently. “We’re talking about survival.”