Ruthless Heir 소설 & 이야기

Controlled and mine as the heir. Dankworth Corporation had always been my father's empire, but after two years of proving myself, negotiating deals he never thought I could, saving a branch from collapse, and surviving the wolves that wore tailored suits, it had become my kingdom. The press called me the Ice Heir of Dankworth. A socialite and young billionaire. Ruthless like my grandpa.Brilliant like my father and Untouchable like my mother. If only they knew how wrong they were. Because I still have nightmares at night. Even when things have changed and I am surrounded by my people who are paid to keep me safe, I never truly feel that I am.

Those five good years free from the terror his ruthlessness had somehow made her forget how terrifying he could be. After all, he was Luciano Richardson, the eldest son of the Richardson family and heir to the family fortune. Ruthless, arrogant, and with a temper that could unnerve even the strongest of men, Luciano had always been someone to fear. To her, though, he had been far worse. From the moment they first met, she had been his favorite target. Growing up, she had suffered through years of his cruel taunts and bullying, making her life a living hell. Now, he was standing before her, and Noora had no idea what to expect. She had hoped that he had forgotten about her, or that he had mov

Ruth looked at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "You need to kill Reesse," Ruth said bluntly, her words cutting through the air. The room fell silent, the weight of her request hanging heavily in the atmosphere. "But why? He is your son, Ruth?" I questioned her, struggling to comprehend Ruth's shocking statement. Ruth's eyes filled with tears as she whispered, "Reese is the first target for Charles. He is weak, and unlike me and Richard, Charles can easily manipulate us using Reese." Ruth's vulnerability was palpable as she continued, "I don't want that to happen. I want you to kill Reesse that too in front of Richard. Kill him and make Richard hate me." Ruth's words sent a chilling wa

The world would be dissecting my heartbreak before the champagne could settle. I turned to leave, heels slicing across marble, aiming straight for the exit—but collided with someone hard. He didn’t budge. And the air suddenly felt... colder. “You’re leaving already?” a deep, familiar voice murmured. I looked up into Theo Laurent’s icy stare—Leo’s best friend, the infamous Laurent heir. A royal blood, high command, zero soul. The man had all the charm of a glacier and twice the sharpness. “What, hoping I’d cause a scene?” I snapped.

“Because he is the head. Grandpa Blackwood’s will must be followed.” My lips curled into a cold smile. “Do you want to die in the Blackwood mansion, Zhou?” I asked quietly but loud enough to make my threat unmistakable. For the first time, he smirked. “Is that a threat?” His eyes hardened. “Raine… you should continue playing the role of the grieving widow of Blarke Blackwood. Don’t pretend innocence with meI see everything you do.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Stop being greedy. No matter what schemes you create… Aurora and Rylan will always remain the rightful heirs.”

The results were endless—articles praising his tech empire, photos of him at galas and award ceremonies, and countless pieces touting his status as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. One headline caught my eye: “Nikolas Woods: Ruthless Visionary or Cunning Tyrant?” I clicked on it, skimming through the text, which detailed his sharp business acumen and the many enemies he’d made in his rise to the top. I shook my head, dropping my phone onto the nightstand. “What did I get myself into?” I muttered under my breath. The device buzzed just as I was about to turn off the lamp. A text lit up the screen. Unknown Number:

Not even at the funeral. Especially not at her funeral. From then on, I became exactly what he wanted. Ruthless. Cold. Brilliant. He stopped calling me boy and started calling me heir. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew he never saw me. Not really. I was a tool. A polished blade. A name he could attach to the empire he built on blood. And still, God help me I kept trying to earn his approval. Every deal I made, every man I outmaneuvered, every piece of me I sacrificed on the altar of his impossible standards I did it hoping he would say the words I had stopped admitting I needed.

Nathan is here. But at the same time she was nervous. How would he see me when there are so many people in here? I need to get close to him. With that thought in mind Hilda approached Rex looking at him with her big round eyes. "Mr. Rex, How about we join him up there. After all, you are the heir to the Cross family business. You have billions to your name so..." Rex frowned. I am not sure. Who hasn't heard of Nathan's ruthlessness. In the big four, He was known for his swift and silent kills that left no bloodstains and traces. But if there was any blood stains, those were the blood of his dead kills.

Now it's his time to think about me. ** “I don't like him for you, Rix,” said Harley. Charis was now serving the other table but she was also eavesdropping, and I'm letting her. “Why, harley? He was handsome! He was hot, rich, and he was cold,” said Charis after serving the table. “What?!” harley grunted. “What's so good about being cold? Is it so weird for women to have fetish for men whose attitude is trashy but disguised it in an attractive manner?” asked harley.