Ruthless Heir の小説・ストーリー

“That means your child will inherit whatever fortune you didn't get from him originally. You have better luck. All you have to do is be ruthless.” What in the world was this woman proposing? I couldn't wrap my head around it. “Ruthless?” I asked. “Don't you want to become a billionaire too?” She asked me fondly. “I am sure you are a wise lady. Be ruthless and calculative. I will be rooting for you!” Madam Kang left me high and dry. I wondered if what she meant was that I should rob Nicholas of his fortune the way she did with her husband. Would Nicholas even allow me to do that? Impossible. It was a contract marriage anyway.

“The rival bidder is aggressive and well-funded. They are attempting to sow distrust in the market by fabricating information about my company’s stability.” Instability caused by a secret heir and a hacker wife, I mentally supplied, moving to the coffee machine. “We need to look flawless today,” he continued, finally turning to assess me. “Tonight is the Thorne Legacy Gala. Every major stakeholder, every rival CEO, and my entire extended family will be there. Rule Two is in effect: perfection is the only acceptable standard.” “Perfection has a price, Julian,” I murmured, pouring my coffee. He raised an eyebrow. “It does. And I paid ten million dollars for yours. Don’t disappoint me.”

The asset freeze was being challenged aggressively by Franklin, leveraging the recording as proof of fraud. But satisfaction was brittle. Alister was still out there, hidden, protected by layers of wealth and deceit. The legal wheels, even greased by scandalous evidence, turned agonizingly slow. And the Heir Clause… the Heir Clause cared nothing for warrants or ongoing investigations. It was a cold, unfeeling mechanism triggered by the simple, brutal passage of time and the absence of a direct, biological Blackstone heir.

“I thought you wanted to stop fighting your brother so the two of you can get along. What's this nonsense now?” “Well, father, we can get along at home. But I just want my son to get what belongs to him. Only the first heirs are entitled to the inheritance of the Hart legacy,” Richard replied like he was some noble in an aristocratic movie. I let out a chuckle. “You sound like we are from a royal family and you’re the first in line for the throne, so are all your children. Too bad, brother. This is a business, and only the one with the most competent skills gets to take over, and that’s not you or your son.”

"I don’t want her in your life. I want you to love me." "You are a vicious woman. You will never get my love." Bruno gripped her throat with both hands. Helena slapped his arms and scratched his face in a desperate attempt to break free. But she ultimately failed to set herself free from his grip. Her vision progressively became fuzzy. Her struggles grew weaker and weaker. She finally stopped resisting after a few minutes. Bruno pushed her to the ground when he noticed she wasn't moving. He went to find the guards and asked them to kill Duncan. Then he ordered them to dispose of the father and daughter’s corpses.

“Who do you think you are to order me around, Cassandra? Remember what we talked about, Cassandra. Don’t act as if we got married because we love each other.” I felt a pang in my chest. My lips parted before I pressed my lips tightly. I looked at him sharply. “Fuck you!” “I’m just hear because I don’t want people to talk about this.” His voice was harsh and ruthless. He stared at me intently. “Don’t tell me that you are jealous?” I stood still before I calmed myself. Right... I shouldn’t let myself break my walls down because of this man. I didn’t like him; I had to remind myself always that. He was cruel, ruthless, and heartless.

The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days. Matthew was aware that the Richards mansion was a living corpse guided my Alan richards from a very long time. A person can do any crime in there and not even a single investigation is carried out. Matthew knew that the mansion itself is a scretive burden with gold emirates to establish a new empire and hence he was here trying to make a deal. Alan who was silently sitting in his car against a sheilded glass so that Matthew cant see his face looked at david angrily. David knew that Alan doesn't like others talking about the Richards mansion.

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

She had been reckless, naive, and now she was trapped. And he would be relentless. Because he was a billionaire—cold, ruthless, heartless. His empire had been built on control, manipulation, and eliminating anyone who defied him. He didn’t forgive. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care. And now, Yesha realized with a hollow pang, he owned her. “Yesha Elaine,” he said, stepping closer, so close she could feel the heat from him, “the moment you signed, you stopped being yours. That is the reality. You can scream, you can fight, you can resist… but it won’t change a thing.”