Novel & Cerita Ruthless Heir

"The two are my sons, Gregory is the one who had always been there for my son when all of us abandoned him, so I will not..." "Fine, what will I benefit from it?" She looks at him. "Yes, I don't do things for free, he is not my son." Ruth's tears drop, this man is calling her son a bastard in front of her, she has no choice, she needs him. "What do you want? Fifty million, a billion, name your price." "You!" Ruth shakes her head in denial, she doesn't understand this man. "Yes, you heard me right, I want you, on my bed like in the good old days."

she was the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. “I was too kind and it was enough to take care of you and your mother. I also gave you food and accommodation. And now, two of you have to work to pay off my debt. Understand?!” Ever since the day her father, the Marquess of Rothnor, received authorization from her mother in the most despicable way possible, by forcing her to give up the inheritance, he officially became the heir to all the power and wealth of House Rothnor. He immediately took his mistress and stepdaughter back to the mansion to live like the real owner. Seeing Alice and her mother as parasites, despite his lover insulting his official wife and children, even the

I caught snatches of it. “Poor girl… I wouldn’t have the courage.” I kept walking. And then, I saw him. Alexander King. The man everyone called ruthless. The billionaire heir who had an empire built on fear and respect. The man who had forced me into this arrangement when I was still bleeding from my wounds. He stood at the altar, tall, broad-shouldered, his black tuxedo cut like it was sewn into his skin. His dark eyes locked on me, unblinking, unreadable. No pity. No mockery. No warmth either. Just fire and steel.

Richard’s lips trembled, but no words came. My head tilted, and my expression darkened. “Tell me,” I pressed, my voice lower now, more venomous, “did you get off on watching him cry at your feet? Did you enjoy seeing his sick, hungry children begging you to spare him some change— when you knew you built your empire on his idea, his creativity?” I turned at last, a tight, cruel smile cutting across my face. “All of this wealth doesn’t belong to you. You stole his birthright.”

An effort on my part to make sure she was also protected. “Yes. I saw her.” “We have an heir.” He smiles as he walks inside behind me. My empire had waited for the next bloodline to take place and although we were reckless and considered to be ruthless or “thugs”- we were also a family. We took care of our own and each other. “She will not give me the child or come back without an ultimatum.” I remind myself as I make a sandwich and wait for the greedy attorney. “We must bend. She holds the heir in her hands and she is our duchess by his birthright.” He adds in.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

No! She had to hook her claws into a rich man. Marcus was out of her reach; the Shaws would never let Marcus marry her. Ruth placed all her bets on Ryan. As long as she could marry Ryan, with her husband’s family background, she could truly become a member of high society. She could not lose to her cousin. In the future, she swore her cousin would never act so arrogantly in front of her again. With this thought in mind, Ruth exited the elevator. Since she had been busy texting Mindy in the elevator, she didn’t bother looking at herself. After exiting the elevator, she immediately headed to the logistics department.

That is why I am here. My grandfather, Norman De Luca is the richest man in New York and the third richest in the country, America. He owns different companies, hotels, restaurants and so on and also deals on real estates. His son, my dad Jeremy De Luca managed the company for him with my mom, Anabel De Luca but 5 years ago, they died in a car accident. I know the accident isn’t ordinary and someone is behind it and I have been searching for the person all to no avail for five years. I won’t give up and I won’t hesitate to slit the person’s throat when I sees him.