Ruthless Heir の小説・ストーリー

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

Across the table, Eleanor's shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. Ruth, however, was looking at me very differently. Her scent spiked with bitter jealousy. She was finally realizing exactly what today's ceremony meant. After today, I would no longer be the forgotten daughter of the Darvin family. No longer the woman everyone in Asterfell had looked down on. No longer merely Lana's single mother. Today, I would officially become the heir of one of the oldest and most powerful werewolf families in the world. That reality clearly didn't sit well with Ruth.

I gave the last word as i stood and turned to the exit. "Nice speech Mateo." My jaw clenched as my gaze met with Alex by the doorway both hands clamped together. "We called him as well, as this concerns him too." Elder rheghar spoke behind him. Bloody Bastards. "Olivia carries your heir but we both know it was never meant to happen. You took advantage of the poor innocent girl in her drunken state and when you got caught in your own mess you made her your Luna, tell me I'm lying..Alpha." He spat mockingly The smudge of his face grew wider.

Aiden said. It was true. He is a ruthless businessman. He wasn't like this before. He planned to be a calm and collected businessman like her father as her father was his role model. But after their breakup, he started to lose his calms more often. Also we can't forget about Richard Knight, his father also one of the most ruthless businessmen at his time. So, ruthlessness runs in the blood. But they had set their boundaries well. They knew when to not become selfish. "What happened after that?" She asked.

He felt a flicker of irritation toward the man before him, he then censured, “You’re a reckless and dull-headed dude, do you think you’re worthy of being the heir to the family head? Among all of us, I have the most right to be the heir!” “Oh? Hudson, the notice doesn’t say that a reckless and dull-headed man can’t be the heir. As long as the person gets the first place, then he’ll be the heir! Hmph! If you want to grab the position from me, it’s easy to settle! Let’s meet in the competition tomorrow!” The tall and bulky man was called Martin Woods. He was chubby. He seethed coldly to Hudson, “I’ll not hold back on tomorrow's competition, and try not to kneel down and beg for mercy then!”

Two years ago, Purple Hearts—the sole heiress to Hearts of Jewels, one of the world’s most lucrative luxury conglomerates—walked down the aisle to marry Alex Hawthorne, a man whose reputation preceded him like a storm cloud. Cold-hearted, reckless, and a notorious playboy spoiled by generational wealth, he was everything her family warned her against. But Purple saw none of it.

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

She had inherited her gaunt figure from her mother, and blond coloring from her father, but where Rudolph was all sunny and golden, she seemed washed-out and pale. Her husband, Duke Richard, matched her well enough. Despite being a bastard, Henry still looked every bit a noble. That guy, even if trueborn, could easily be mistaken for a commoner. His dumb face—I really wanted to call it a mug—couldn’t even be saved by the gilded doublet he was wearing. That said, looking at Ruthina, one could take pity on him; if I had such a nagging shrew at home, I would probably pull out all of her teeth and kill her with a log. Still, we observed all the formalities and paid respects to each other. Never