Heir Novels

1. "My only crime was opening a window for some fresh air. That tiny bit of breeze supposedly gave my husband's precious childhood friend a cold. In a fit of rage, Callum ordered his men to drag me to the sub-zero meat locker in the basement. And I was five months pregnant. 'Don't think that carrying my heir gives you the right to bully Vivianne,' he spat. 'If she loses so much as a single hair because of you, I'll make you pay a hundred times over!' I was shivering uncontrollably, sobbin

After my son's high fever subsided, a heavy sense of dread washed over me. I decided to take him for a full medical check-up. When the blood type report was handed to me, my heart stopped. His blood type didn't match mine, and it didn't match my husband's either. Desperate for answers, I sent samples from the three of us for a DNA test. The results were a nightmare. My husband was the biological father, but I had no biological connection to the boy I had raised as my own. As I stood there in

After becoming the heir to the prestigious Silk Tapestry Heritage, I decided to quit the National Artisan Showcase. Mia Hart, the most popular craft influencer right now, immediately requested a live split-screen with me. "You've been stealing my ideas over and over again, and I've been patient! Why are you quitting now?" she sneered. "Are you getting cold feet because you're afraid the world will see you for the fraud you are?" In my past life, at this exact showcase, Mia submitted a piece

Bored after graduating high school, I was sent to work in my family's manufacturing plant. I never expected to run into the girl who had made my life hell all through school. With her uncle serving as the assembly line supervisor, she did everything she could to make my life miserable. On the first day, she swapped our crates and blamed a pile of defective products on me. On the second day, she lured me into the storage warehouse and tried to lock me in overnight. She even went around spread

Which is more lethal―a high fever while seven months pregnant, or a meat locker set to thirty below? When he locked me in that freezer for the sake of that woman, the poisoned vows in my digital recorder were hissing like a snake. "Is a termination even considered a surgery?" "Your prenatal report will show the fetus is deformed." "This is the only Lockwood heir. Even if it dies, I will have it preserved as a specimen." I touched my bleeding thigh and smiled. The 178 fertility shots I endu

After two thousand years of being bound to the Supreme Alpha of War, he finally agreed to ask the High King for permission to make me his Luna. I thought he had finally let go of his dead First Love. I was filled with joy, ready to tell him that I was carrying his heir. But then, I saw him in his private chambers. He was holding a woman who looked seventy percent like his lost mate. He was whispering her name, "Rosalie," with such obsession. I stood outside the hall, finally realizing he nev

Silas Grant posted a photo. A woman's hand rested on a hotel pillow. The silver Cartier bracelet on her ring finger glimmered under the bedside lamp. I had visited four different boutiques to buy that exact bracelet for my wife on our third anniversary. Someone commented in the thread: “Another one?” Silas replied: “Someone else’s wife.” I saved the screenshot into a folder named “Evidence.” Then, I made three phone calls. The first was to the company’s legal counsel. The second was to

My girlfriend of three years dropped a massive hint recently. She told me that if I proposed to her on graduation day in front of the entire university, she would finally agree to marry me. I went all out, preparing nine hundred and ninety-nine premium roses and a limited-edition red diamond that was the only one of its kind in the world. I knelt in front of the crowd, heart on my sleeve, but she didn't just turn me down. She publicly humiliated me, calling me a delusional loser who didn't k

1. After the thousand-year war between werewolves and vampires ended, both sides signed the Supernatural Peace Accord, agreeing to rule the world together. The accord stipulated that every hundred years, an interspecies marriage would take place. Human women would be wed to the leading families of the werewolves and vampires. Whichever family produced the first mixed-blood heir would become the rulers of the Supernatural Alliance for the next century. In my past life, I chose to marry Marcus

My family is under a strange curse. Regardless of gender, we are all nearly infertile. Because of this, the first child born to any generation is immediately groomed as the sole heir. They are destined to take the helm of a multi-trillion dollar empire. In my generation, I was the first to successfully conceive. The day my pregnancy was confirmed, I rushed home, my heart racing with joy. I couldn't wait to tell my husband the news in person. Now that I was carrying the heir, I could finally

I was born into a family of legendary wolf warriors. My father is the High Commander of the North American Pack Alliance. Since I was a pup, I was betrothed to Silas Blackwood, the sixth prince of the Royal Pack. Everything changed when Silas returned from the rogue wars. He had been named the Alpha Heir, but instead of claiming me, he asked the King for permission to marry the female commander who fought by his side. The entire territory was waiting to see me fall apart. I didn’t cry. I didn’

The driver’s daughter sold my family’s European estate and framed me for running an escort ring inside it. My mother and brother despised me for it. Even my childhood sweetheart believed the vicious rumors and dumped me on the spot. Cast out and abandoned by everyone, I was dragged to a shady medical facility after the driver’s daughter claimed I had a fatal, rotting infection. I was tortured to death in that hospital bed. When I opened my eyes again, I was right back to the day my estate wa

1. "My urologist confirmed it. An accident left me permanently sterile. So, Evelyn, that baby in your belly… who does it belong to?" At the Sterling family's annual charity gala, my husband, Damian, the designated heir to the empire, held up a medical report from Mount Sinai for everyone to see. Every word was a cold scalpel, slicing through the perfect life I had so carefully built. The room fell dead silent. Then, it was drowned by a tsunami of whispers. Looks of contempt, curiosity, and

Vianna Sterling, the supposedly pure and impoverished scholarship student, swatted away the Ivy League offer Gideon Vance held in his hand. "Don't use your privilege to insult me!" she cried. I was even poorer than her. I picked up the admission letter that had fallen at my feet and carefully handed it back to the wealthy heir. Gideon looked me up and down. "If you can get Vianna to accept this spot, I'll recommend you for admission too," he said. Afraid I might actually take the spot, Vian

The year we were most in love, Lexington Sterling, the heir to the city's biggest fortune, stood outside my door. He shoved stack after stack of property deeds through the gap, 108 pounds of real estate in total. All he wanted was for me to open the door and say one word to him. Five years into our marriage, he was known as the "Perfect Husband." I loved fireworks, so he bought out the entire city's supply and set them off all night. They formed a massive glowing sign in the sky: "Misha, Ma

Xander Sullivan, the golden heir of the Sullivan Group, had his legs crushed in a horrific car accident. I went to visit him in the hospital, but I stopped at the door when I heard his friends laughing inside. "Look on the bright side, man. You can still marry Vera Sterling. Her family is a powerhouse. They'll make sure you keep your seat as the successor," one of them said. "I heard her father was already at the Sullivan estate this morning, begging for the engagement to be finalized. Talk a

1. I was born with a curse―my blood can cure any illness. In my last life, after I healed the paralyzed legs of Preston Sterling, the heir to the Sterling fortune, I learned of their family’s vow: whoever cured him would become his wife. Preston was forced to marry me. And Serena, the woman who claimed she climbed frozen cliffs for a mythical orchid to save him, was so devastated by the news that she reportedly fell from a mountain and was lost. A year later, Preston found Serena’s perfectl

I returned from my studies abroad only to find a new woman in our house. She acted like she was already the future mistress of the Vance family. She even bragged about how she would put me, the sister-in-law she had never met, in my place. But no one had told her that my brother was actually adopted. I am the only true heir to the Vance empire, and even my brother has to walk on eggshells around me. 1 When my brother picked me up from the airport, my parents were already waiting at the doo

I am the only Soul-Blade Broker left in this world. As long as I reclaim a soul within seven hours of death, I can bring anyone back to life. In my past life, I lent my blade to Alistair Blackwood, the heir to the most powerful family in the city. I warned him not to take his young son on a trip to the mountains. He ignored me, and an avalanche buried the boy alive. His grandfather, Silas Blackwood, came to me with millions in cash. He begged me to climb the Mountain of Blades to save his gran

1. My best friend, Harper, dumped Carter, the heir to an old-money Wall Street family, and immediately flew off to Paris. As Carter's best friend, Julian dragged me to a private members-only club to console the heartbroken man. Watching Carter, clutching a glass of whiskey and sobbing like a child who'd lost his favorite toy, Julian just smirked. He didn't even bother to adjust the cuff of his expensive, custom-tailored suit. "Come on, man. She was just a trophy. Let her go." "Cut your loss