Chapter 168 [Vault]

Title - The Long Awaited Heiress | Futanari MC

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[1st POV]

Death has always been a topic that shaped my life. The death of my parents when I was ten had pushed me into a rather unsafe home of my aunt and uncle. An aunt and uncle that had wanted nothing more than to use me, thanks to the fact that my parents were…well, wealthy. 

Then they died too, and I was put into the foster care system, a system that had forced me to grow up a lot faster than I should have. A system that had made me…well, not exactly trusting of others. 

So, I had to learn how to lie, how to cheat, and how to survive on my own until I could legally claim and use the inheritance left to me. I had managed, thankfully, and with that, I was able to obtain that inheritance of a little over 3 million dollars. 

It wasn’t 3 million dollars for long though. As thanks to several fees, an arrest and lawsuit courtesy of a cop that wanted nothing more than to arrest me simply because I didn’t understand why I was being searched, and I was broke again. 

Then came the work, the back breaking constant work at whatever job I could get to sustain me. Throughout all of that work, I had found solace in tv shows, the one that I had grown to like quite a bit was the show “Succession” a show that gave us an insight to the “Roy Family” and their company Waystar Royco. 

I found the show to be interesting. How it was an upfront and realistic portrayal of how awful billionaires likely were in 99% of cases. Of how their father, Logan Roy, was also pretty terrible, and due to some of his…less than smart decisions, eventually went from a giant to a subsidiary of an even larger company. 

They were all awful people, but I honestly found that even more appealing. They were real, they weren’t fake. They lived in a bubble and they all knew they did. And as evil as it sounds, I wish I could live in that bubble.

Sadly, I couldn’t. 

Besides Succession, there were other shows that appealed to me, but not as much. Shows like Sons of Anarchy, Shameless, and others. 

Sadly, I couldn’t watch those shows anymore, because…

I’m dead. 

A single steel beam falling from a high height was enough to splatter me like a bird hit by a truck. One moment I was standing, and the next I wasn’t. A sad, tragic death, but honestly a fitting one for someone like me. 

And yet here I am, in the confines of what looks to be a crib, one that is a hell of a lot fancier than anything I had seen before, staring up at a man who softly spoke to me in another language, one that I somehow understand. 

“Good morning young lady, I hope you slept well” The man said with a warm smile on his face, as I looked up at him. He was an aged man, a butler or something. He reminded me of Alfred from Batman, the overwhelming warmth that he gave off, the fatherly love. 

“It’s time to get you fed isn’t it, young lady?” The man said as my tummy rumbled, stupid baby body and it’s lack of control. 

The man leaned forward and picked me up, holding me close as we began to walk through the halls of whatever this place was. 

I am beginning to think that I have reincarnated, akin to one of those convoluted fanfics that I had read in my past life. And wherever I have been reincarnated, it’s rich, far richer than anything I had seen in my past life.

Lining the walls as we walked were aged paintings portraying individuals, aged men and women on them. A small symbol above each of them, different, and yet all seemingly important. 

“Ah, you see the paintings of your ancestors huh? It’s good your curious little one. After all, they are the ones that brought you into the world with their centuries of planning” The man said with a chuckle, as I furrowed my eyebrows which looked…interesting on my baby body. 

Being brought into the world as part of some sort of…plan was…well, I’m not really sure how to feel about that. As it looks like I’m rich as fuck, but it also looks like I was only brought into the world so I can be some sort of puppet or something. 

Reaching what looked like a large living room, I noticed the tv softly playing in the background, and it was this news channel that got my baby like bodies to shoot wide in shock, as the name of the news channel was…

ATN

ATN was the primary news channel of Waystar Royco, meaning…I am in the world of Succession. 

Honestly? A hallelujah moment for me. Why? Simple, I know the plot, I know the schemes, I know what is going to happen and how. And most of all, I know what to do to gain power in this world, if I didn’t already have it. 

Just wish I had some sort of boon or something beyond being born rich as fuck. But hey, if Bruce Wayne can do it, why can’t I?

[You have received a boon, reincarnator]

Well…never mind then. 

[Before you ask, no, you have not received a system or anything of the sort. This is a one time automated message that is made to give you a basic understanding of the five boons you have been given in this new life. The boons off…]

[Comprehension]

[Wealth]

[Ancestry]

[Beauty and Preference]

[The Past]

[Comprehension gives you 20X comprehension. Meaning, a single day for you is worth 20 days to others in terms of learning and comprehending]

[Wealth means you will be born into a family of immense wealth. At LEAST hundreds of millions worth]

[Ancestry means you will be born into an incredibly rich and powerful ancestry. When combined with Wealth, you will be born as the last heiress of a culmination of several families, not just one primary one. This does change the background of the world, but not in any ways too big]

[Beauty and Preference means you are going to be an incredible beauty, with a certain…addition down below, one that will obviously cause some…interest, but can easily be explained, and is completely natural. You are one of a kind, and you may be looked down upon for it, but you will find many that care little for that difference]

[Past means you take over young in this new world, in the past, more specifically in the Year 1982, giving you 36 years to prepare for when Succession truly begins]

[You are not in only Succession, as this world includes other shows like Sons of Anarchy, Yellowstone, Landman, and several others. Although Succession is like the most important of them to you]

[Now that the explanation is over with, please enjoy your new life…Ariella Rothschild]

As I had finished reading the long explanation, my baby eyes shot wide as I read the name.

Rothschild

A name that was…well, VERY well known. Primarily because they were the ones that were seen as the potential leaders of the supposed “Illuminati”, and were VERY wealthy. As in, they were believed to be the secret richest family on the planet, controlling a large part of the markets of the world. 

All conspiracies of course, but it was still huge to be born into a family like this one. 

And if what the butler had said was right, I was the Heiress of not only this family, but others. So…they definitely did scheme, but considering I have yet to see another member of my family, I can only assume that something had happened to them in this world, something bad. Meaning, there was an even higher chance that I am the last Rothschild, the inheritor of its total assets, and the rightful Lord of the family. 

But the real question was…

What other families am I inheriting?

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That’s the end of the chapter!

Basically just a vault fic I wanted to make because I am currently watching and loving Succession, even if this fic probably won't be all that interesting to a lot of people. 

Love interest is likely going to be Siobhan Roy, aka Shiv. She’ll be well…different than in canon thanks to the influence of Ariella, so she won’t be nearly as bad as she sometimes was, mainly because she’d have a proper support system. 

The MC is NOT a good person. She’ll be very morally grey leaning dark, so don’t expect a goodie too shoes. That, and she’s a billionaire, most of them have to be pretty morally grey at the least. She’ll still do some good though. 

Anyways, have a good day!