The Granddaughter

After climbing my way up from nothing to become the richest man in the city, I got used to keeping a low profile. Until one day, I received a call from my granddaughter’s kindergarten. They said she had hit another child in class and told me to come in to settle the matter. But when I arrived, I found my granddaughter covered in injuries. The boy who claimed she had hit him didn’t have a scratch on him. Instead, he spat at me with a smug look on his face. “You old geezer. Your whole outfit isn’t even worth as much as one pair of my sneakers. Take your broke little granddaughter and get out!” I stared at the homeroom teacher in disbelief. She only curled her lip. “Kids say silly things. Besides, what Harvey Harris said isn’t exactly wrong. “His grandfather is the richest man in the city. Our kindergarten is an elite school, after all. Ordinary families like yours should stop coming here just to embarrass yourselves. You’d be better off transferring her somewhere else.” When I heard the boy’s name, I almost laughed. I pulled out my phone and called John Harris, my driver of ten years. “John, stop waiting by the car. Come to the office. “Why? Because the grandson you begged me to help get into this kindergarten just beat up my granddaughter.”

Mckenna Henry has lived a simple life. Her mother raised her in upstate New York and always sheltered her from the dangers of the big city. She also sheltered her from the truth about her father. Now, on the cusp of turning 18, Mckenna has tracked him down herself. She doesn't know what she expected to find, but standing on the doorstep of a billionaire, telling him she's his long-lost daughter definitely wasn't it. Hunter Brooks may seem cold and distant, but it's only because he's spent a lifetime guarding himself against everyone who wants to use him for his money. Mckenna doesn't want money. She just wants to see if there's some piece of herself in this man she's never met. And find out why her mother hid the truth for so long... Maybe, if her mother could get over the past, she and Hunter could rekindle their long-lost romance. Maybe Mckenna could find a romance of her own. All she has to do is knock on Hunter's door and tell the truth. "Hello. Nice to meet you. I'm your daughter."

Isabella Rodriguez has everything a woman could want a powerful husband, a luxurious life, and an empire at her fingertips. Yet after three miscarriages, the child she longed for remains just out of reach. Desperate, she turns to her late sister’s daughter, Valerie, offering her a fortune to carry Alejandro’s child as a surrogate. Valerie agrees, but nothing about this arrangement is simple. Desire sparks between her and Alejandro, secrets fester behind closed doors, and betrayal lurks where trust should be. Isabella’s closest friends, Selena and Ariana, weave their own schemes, one subtly flirting with Alejandro, the other quietly manipulating Valerie—turning the mansion into a battlefield of hearts, ambition, and power. As the pregnancy progresses, tensions rise. Who will claim Alejandro’s heart? Can loyalty survive temptation? And when the stakes grow deadly high, no one will emerge unscathed. A tale of love, deception, and passion, THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE NIECE will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

After divorcing my cheating husband, I took my son and moved back to my mother's house. The moment we returned, my mother began to dote on my son without restraint. She would even gossip to the neighbors, saying, "Can you believe that deadweight actually gave birth to a son? Why does she get to? A disgrace who got kicked out by her husband has no right to be a boy's mother!" I knew my son could not grow up in an environment like that, so I made a firm decision to move out and raise him on my own. Years later, he graduated from college and found a job—nothing high-paying, but stable. Given the state of things, I was genuinely happy for him. He suggested going back to have a meal with his grandmother to celebrate. I never expected the two of them to join hands and poison me. As my consciousness faded, I heard their conversation. "I told you. She can't stand seeing you do well. She's elated after hearing you only make a few thousand a month!" "It's fine, Grandma. A feminazi like my mom had it coming. I've always known who's truly been good to me. From now on, I'll only take care of you." My heart turned cold. I had pushed him to study, supported him through college, and taught him to treat others with equality and respect. And this was how he repaid me. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment I had just returned to my mother's house with my son. 'If you're so determined to raise him your way, then fine. You can have him all to yourself. Let's see what kind of man a pick-me grandmother like you will raise.'

To ensure fairness, my daughter said that she would draw lots to choose whose family to spend the New Year’s with every year. However, for the past nine years, she had spent the New Year’s with her in-laws. The latest draw was no different. On New Year’s Eve, my daughter gave me specific instructions. “Mom, we’re spending the New Year’s with my in-laws. We’ve made a reservation at the most expensive restaurant in town. Please help me save some money. You can just make some food at home for your dinner.” Hence, on New Year’s Eve, I ate alone while watching TV at home. When I stood up, I accidentally knocked over the raffle box. All the lots inside the box had my daughter’s handwriting. The words ‘in-laws’ were clearly written on every single one of them. For the past ten years, the lots had been fake. My daughter was willingly spending the New Year’s celebration with her in-laws, and she had never once thought of spending it with me, her biological mother, who had spent so much money on her. At the same time, I got a notification on my phone. Her mother-in-law posted something on social media. [My daughter-in-law is so lovely. She bought me so many gifts and chose to spend the New Year’s with us. It’s as if she’s our own daughter!] They smiled brightly in the video. On the table were gifts that she bought using my retirement fund. I did not sleep for the whole night. The next morning, I called the bank. “Please remove all the auto-debit accounts from my retirement account.” From then on, I would only spend my money on myself.

Dorothy Geronimo is the only daughter of Daisy Geronimo. Both of them lived a poor life, struggling in order to survive. Dorothy stopped studying in order to take care of her sick mother. As she was looking for a job in the city, she saw that the famous billionaire, Danmar Bertrand, was hiring a maid so she applied and passed. In her stay there, she met Gabriel Bertrand, the billionaire's stepson, who's as cold as ice, stubborn as a kid and someone obsessed with wealth. As days went by, Dorothy slowly get to know more about the billionaire's past life. What if Dorothy found out that she is the billionaire's heiress and long lost daughter? Will there be people who will hinder her from getting her throne? And Gabriel, after he found out that he's not the soon-to-be heir, will he give up the wealth he's been dreaming to possess for the sake of the true heiress? Find out by reading this book.