Addison Heir Novels & Stories

“You know, when I first met you, I thought you were just another rich kid who didn’t know how the real world worked.” “And now?” “Now I know you’re exactly what this city needs,” he said, pulling her closer. “Someone who believes that things can be better—and who’s willing to work to make it happen.” As they stood there watching the sun set, Riley thought about everything she’d lost and everything she’d gained. She’d been framed, disgraced, and cast out—but in the end, it had led her to where she was meant to be. The heir who would build a better future.

Emeraude tried to soothe. "Explain this to me now?" Bree requested, now with a more controlled voice. "Well, I don't know where to start. I'm already two months along, and the father is Cassian St. Clair," Emeraude revealed, fidgeting with the ends of her hair and hearing the silence on the other end of the line. "Bree?" "I'm in shock right now," confessed Bree, her voice low. "You lucky girl! You're carrying an heir to a damn fortune," she added, making Emeraude laugh.

He asked, looking at me from head to toe and focusing on the neckline of my blouse, making me roll my eyes. I move closer to him, glaring at him. "I am the Montanari heiress, this chair is mine!" I speak a little lower, but firm and serious. "And I am your future husband and I would have to take over the company". Seriously spoken. "But don't worry, I can make you secretary. You'll be great to work with". Speaks mischievously, licking his lips as he looks down at my cleavage again. I roll my eyes and walk over to his side, controlling myself so I don't end up committing murder.

Yet the Suttons persisted. The truth was simple: none of us had any desire to inherit the empire. Rowan’s passion was law. Mine was medicine. Kai lived for the stage and the roar of his fans. But now… with the possibility of a missing sister, everything had changed. If she were found, she might be the one to inherit. She might be the Harrison Heiress. I escorted Rowan and Kai to the airport, then drove straight to the Sutton estate. Malum met me at the door with his polished charm and led me into his study. Before I could sit, he barked an order across the hall.

answered Blake, who kept his eyes straight, looking at the wall across where he stood. Then, at least look at her when saying those words. Alise was about to cry, and she didn’t want any of them to see her. Alise didn’t want them to think she was ungrateful and such. But none of them thought of her that way. They knew she was just lost. “Then what am I supposed to do now?” Her voice wavered. “To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.”

An heir. Some people even started calling him The Billionaire’s Heir—not just for his lineage, but because of his looks, charm, and ease with people. He was every bit the prince in the spotlight—yet the shadows of his past never quite left him. “The night is still young, Duke,” a voice called from behind him. “Why aren’t you down there, dancing with the girls?” He turned slightly and saw Addison, his cousin—twenty-six years old, the eldest daughter of Aunt Danica. She leaned casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in hand, her dark red dress hugging her curves elegantly.

“No, stay here. You still haven’t been introduced to each other. She just finished introducing herself to me earlier, and it seems like we were business partners.” Addison nodded her head and faced me. Her smile was dazzling as she held out her hand to me. “Good afternoon, I am Addison Ledger, daughter of the owner of Ledger’s Enterprises.” I shook her head and bowed down. “Yes, yes. I’ve seen you a lot on TV. What brings you here?” I asked curiously.

“I am the child of Emily Calloway and Javan Roswell and you don’t even want to know how many lies people have spread about me in the last ten years. If this bothers you so much, you aren’t made to be in the spotlight.” “Of course I’m not made to be in the spotlight,” Addison cries. “I’m an ordinary girl from Queens, whose only goal in life was to one day get a decent job that would help me pay my rent. I-I don’t need any of this crap.” She wildly gestures at her phone laying on the coffee table.

The cool satisfaction of a man who believes everything is proceeding exactly as planned. I raised my glass in return, my smile flawless. I hope you can still smile like this, Dominic. Three days from now. When your heir is gone— and you finally understand what it cost you to underestimate me.

And this time, she spoke a little awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am," Adit replied. "Get used to calling me Mom," Madam Sandra instructed, a little embarrassed. "Yes, mom," Aditya replied without thinking. For him, Mrs. Sandra is a woman he respects a lot, just like his mother, so whatever she tells him to do willingly. Moreover, he had received permission from his own biological mother, and although forced, the life as an heir that he never wanted he had to live today.