Billionaire Heiress Meaning Novels & Stories

“There’s this thing going on around New York. The Times… and even in Forbes. The Af Forselles Heiress.” I frowned when there’s Hyacinth’s photo with Raven posing as a modern billionaire. Hyacinth was sitting on Raven’s left thigh with that rare ring that she’s wearing. “What?” “It said here that Hyacinth Af Forselles-Reeves is a multi-billionaire.” “What?!” I exclaimed as I read the article. It is indeed said that Hyacinth is a multi-billionaire who inherits stocks on different big companies including the Ruby Empire, and even from the Sinclair Empire! What the fu~? Hyacinth is actually rich? Richer than dad or my deceased mother?

He probably didn’t want to go alone so he asked her to go with him. That was okay, right? He could do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t like he owed me his full commitment anyway. Who was this woman anyway?! My teeth clenched. *If you think I’m lying, browse about Daphne Laurent and you’ll get your answers* That line ran through my mind. I shouldn’t. But I found myself typing “Daphne Laurent” on the search engine. Woah. She wasn’t an ordinary person. She was 28, a billionaire heiress from France. Her family owned the largest conglomerate in France and she was the Vice President of LM Group until last year when her father retired and she took over as president.

“What- how did you see this, John?” Quickly, I abandoned his phone. Taking up mine, seeing that now I had a lot more notifications that before. “The hell?” The words left my lips, my mind blank, eyebrows furrowed as I tapped each and every notification. Seeing they all led to the same spot. The same type of news. “Billionaire Heiress is now in fashion!” “Beckett Heiress is into fashion.” “Eliot Beckett’s wife emerges top 10 in a community runway!”

Frowning deeply reading all her details he got. "Though their genes tell it all. Her princess look with her flawless long-legged! Damn! She's famous in just 24 hours everyone is curious about who she is and asking if she is single!" Vivo added. "I can't believe everything that's going on! First, I was fooled looking for her for a year and now I learned she's not an ordinary woman!" What more should I think of her? Why does she need to step low when she is a billionaire or multi-billionaire heiress? Fuck! And why did I bump into her?

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

"What the fuck? Who's that? Isn't that Philip Knox from Knox Group?" "Oh my God, it really is him! The richest billionaire in the country! I've seen him on the news before!" "Wait, did the lady boss just call him 'Dad'?" "The case is solved! She's not some kept mistress with a money-laundering hobby! She's an heiress! A real heiress worth billions of dollars!" "What kind of a plot twist is this? The billionaire dad is here to back his daughter up!" Alice's face turned as pale as a sheet at once.

The woman he considered as a daughter. “He won’t be losing out on anything, Isaac if he doesn’t carry the Bodega name. Nor will I.” “That leaves me in a bind then, Kenna. Since you are the heiress to all of this!” His arms make a sweeping motion to indicate everything. “I realize that but I still have the trust fund money unless you decide to cut that off, it’s worth a billion dollars and I have the money that Xander was giving me. You see, Isaac, Mother - I am a secret billionairess in my own right now.”

Luckily, she wasn’t there to be involved in any matter, thanks to Antony’s interruption, of course. Crystal could clearly recognize the maidens left in this round. Lylia Evergreen, heiress of a famous magazine printing company. Nothing too special but, at least her character seemed clean from what Crystal has observed. Denise Imperial, heiress of a vast chain of restaurants in the country. Same with Lylia, her character holds no mischief. Mylene Haravina, daughter of a famous fashion designer that is widely known across countries. This one was shy based from Crystal’s observation.

“Not bad, actually. Turns out, being best friends with a billionaire heiress comes with perks — You get the VIP treatment Private room, personal nurse, food that doesn’t taste like cardboard… I could get used to it.” She gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? You could get used to it? I’m the billionaire heiress here. You just freeload off my status!” “Uh-huh,” I tease, bumping her shoulder. “Says the woman who used my N*****x account for three years.” “It was one time!” she protests immediately. “Three years, Lilly.” She rolls her eyes. “Details, details.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know, you’ve got this icy heiress image to maintain. If people ever heard you whining about expired snacks or

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”