Addison Heir Novels & Stories

"A mandatory one. Ordered by the CEO of the Wolfe Group, and enforced by your future husband." "Daddy! See the map!” A sudden, joyful squeal cut through the heavy quiet of the cabin. From the plush, custom-built playpen secured at the rear of the state room, a tiny head with a mop of unruly dark hair popped up. Hayes. "See?" Adrian muttered, a rare, genuinely soft smile breaking through his fierce features. "The heir to the empire agrees with me. He’s already forgotten about the Manhattan social registry." Lydia stood up, the tension in her shoulders melting the moment she looked at her boy. She walked over to the playpen, lifting Hayes effortlessly into her arms. He instantly buried his fac

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

"Come on. Don't play dumb with me. He was always there whenever you ran into problems or couldn't fix your own mess. Even when you got pregnant with that fatherless child, he was there to care for you, wasn't he?” I cleaned my fists, tightening my jaw. "Stop it. I'm serious.” He paused, letting the silence twist. “And what did you ever do for him in return?” Adrian asked, his voice dripping with condescension. “Nothing. You were a drain. A distraction.” He paused, letting the silence twist. “And what did you ever do for him in return?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. “Nothing. You were a drain to him. A distraction."

“Everyone?” “Yes, ma’am,” he said politely. “Master Braddson, his son, Mr. Cade, Mr. Lex Kross, and your husband, Mr. Kolby.” Master Braddson. Wow. “Thank you.” He led me to the expansive entryway that could fit Mom’s entire house. I had to crane my neck to look at the gigantic chandelier hanging from the cathedral ceiling. “I got lost when I first came here.” I turned around to the man’s voice behind me. Striker Cade, the only son and heir to the multi-billionaire Moses Braddson. His story was quite heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time, reminding me of Spade.

I have always been a stickler for the rules. In elementary school, our class holds an election for class president. The teacher ignores the vote and appoints the principal's son instead. I follow the school's rule that whoever receives the majority vote should win, gather all 42 students, and take the election straight to the principal's office to redo the vote. When I grow up and start working, my boss hands me a thousand-dollar expense receipt and orders me to file a ten-thousand-dollar reimbursement claim. I refuse, as it violates company policy. The manager laughs. "Here, whatever the boss says goes. Learn to bend when you can, or the company may decide it needs someone more obedien

“They looked like they were in the healing stages, but all the same they were there. I hear Noah softly curse on the phone before answering. “The last I had heard about Addy was that she married some bigwig CEO and was living the high life in New York. I heard that she was in private practice and doing really well for herself.” A sad smile ghosts my lips at hearing that she really did go back to New York. “Who was the guy?” I’m questioning my baby brother, but already moving to my computer to start a search on Addison Reese. My time in the military had taught me a lot of things and cyber technology was one of them. Well, that and the fact that I am head of the Cybersecurity branch of my fami

Sebastian explained, " I see.." Addison replied nodded her head slowly, " Uncle Seb," she called wrapping her hands around Sebastian's neck, " Hmm" " I would like to work for you when I grow up," she said, " Ohkay," Sebastian replied as Malcom just stood waiting for Sebastian as he conversed with the little girl which he learned is Adia's sister. "Yehh, but won't you be old by then?" Addison asked meaningfully, "I think so, that's why I'll hand over my company to you, you'll be the new boss," Sebastian said as Addison shouted happily.

"This isn't normal. The hospital has high confidentiality, which was one of the reasons Grandpa chose it in the first place." Battling my inner unease, I opened X, and the related terms had already started trending. [Can anyone tell me what's going on? #Heir to the Aesthete family appears.] [So Hailey is the heir to the Aesthete family, but who is Hailey? Has anyone heard of her? #Aesthete's secrets.] [The hospital photos are too thrilling. Did they really escape by speeding. #Reality more exciting than movies.]

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

But in the meantime, Addison knew exactly what she had to do. Addison strode back into his life, and into the center of his office, on an otherwise unremarkable Wednesday afternoon. She looked casual and chic in tight black trousers tucked into high, gleaming boots with dangerous heels and a very complicated sort of burgundy jumper that tied like a scarf and was somehow carelessly elegant. Her glorious hair was swept back into a low ponytail. She’d clearly spent more time in the sun, and it suited her. She had a healthy glow about her, and her eyes were clear as they met his.