Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

His mother stood in front of the TV, remote in hand, staring at the screen. “Look at this,” she said. Adrian looked. A news anchor smiled into the camera. Behind her, a photo filled the screen. A woman in an elegant dress, standing on a red carpet. Photographers everywhere. The caption read: *Mystery Ashford Heiress Returns After 9-Year Absence.* The woman’s face came into focus. Kira. His wife. Adrian’s world tilted. The anchor’s voice continued: “Sources confirm the woman is Kira Ashford, daughter of business mogul Richard Ashford and heiress to the Ashford International empire, estimated at over three billion dollars. Ms. Ashford disappeared from public life nine years ago and has not bee

“Anywhere away from you.” As I walked away, I heard him laughing and calling after me. Fuck him, for real. …. When I got home, I simply crashed on my bed and opened my search engine, searching for that familiar name. Immediately I hit the search button, her name popped up in the second spot. SYDNEY CAMPBELL, BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS OF THE CZ CONGLOMERATE AND CEO OF SYD STYLES. The more I scrolled up, the more I saw her achievements and awards in recent years.

He was too perplexed to say anything however when everyone had gone he went to the living room and found Monica busy on her phone "Yeah yeah…it turns out the pauper is a princess… as a fairytale"Monica said with a sarcastic smile knowing full well the girl he called worthlessly was made out of gold Vivienne didn't understand what was happening here. She was the heiress to everything Frank lewis owned. As their biological daughter, Vivie was an instant Billionaire. How funny "Can you imagine…she's like the same level as…my brother," Kyan mumbled, smiling at himself. This was huge for everyone to digest. Vivienne being a Lewis was something big

" Dalton's brows knitted together in disdain. "What's wrong with people at your company? I'm here to evaluate a business deal, not find myself a bed companion." Smirking, I spat out the cherry pit into the trash can before answering, "Now, now, the woman's got ambition. She's hoping to become Mrs. Billionaire Investor, of course. Her goal is to sleep her way into a marriage with you and to get half of your fortune. "So, Mr. Billionaire Investor, why don't you play along with me and put on a show for her?"

"Don't be. If you are anxious about Bridget and my wife's reaction, don't worry about it. They knew about this. What they didn't know is that you are here today." "Really? So, is this okay with them?" I couldn't stop myself. He smiled at me. "Of course. So, smile now and breathe. Okay?" "O-okay." We heard noises from the living room shortly after we finished talking. Then I saw Bridget, who was dressed in a white silk sleeveless dress with silver cigarette heels, enter the dining area. Her hands are loaded with paper bags, while she has a Shanel purse on her shoulder. Let's just say she's stunning. In her long wavy and curly hair and flawless makeup, she looked so elegant and costly. She is

“This is a life changing offer; one you can't afford to miss. We're talking about ten million dollars here.” As she made mention of the amount, my heart shook. Even though I didn't want to harbor the thought in my mind. However, I found myself already thinking of a million and one ways which that money could be put to good use. Well, she wasn't wrong when she said that the reward was beyond my imagination. But still, was it worth the pain of going through another delivery?

"She used her old biometric access code to bypass the private executive elevator and she physically pushed past us when the doors opened!" I recognized the furious blonde woman immediately because her face was plastered across every single high-society magazine in the city. Vanessa Croft. She was a billionaire heiress, a ruthless socialite, and the exact woman every single person in New York City assumed Damien Sterling was going to formally marry by the end of the year to merge their massive corporate empires.

She was back as the Billionaire Hale heiress, the ice queen, Elara Hale. Nobody outside her family and friends knew her real name. All they knew was that the ice queen Hale heiress goes by E.H, a name that everyone spoke from fear and respect. Her name was carved with reverence yet fear both in the hearts of every executive from Canary Wharf to Wall Street of London.

I politely asked her and she looked like she was losing her patience. “Who else is my boyfriend? It’s your CEO! Don’t you know me?!” She raised her tone, capturing some of our people’s attention. “I would like to ask you to tone down your voice, ma’am, he’s still in the meeting and that is why I’m asking what your name is because I'm not familiar with you,” I told her. She couldn’t believe what I just said before removing her shades, my eyes widened after realizing who she was. “I’m Hayleigh Baltazar, the famous actress, and the youngest female billionaire,” She rolled her eyes.

To be honest, I don't even know why I'm this drawn to her, I just have this gut that she's a nice person and somehow, it felt like I knew her from somewhere. With Bernard and Asher taking the front seat, and Charlotte and I taking the back seat, we all got busy with talks. Ben and Asher won't stop talking about work while Charlotte and I talked about our personal life. Our childhood experience— just the happy memories though. I couldn't talk about my bad experience. It was just like opening a closed wound. I got to know that she's the heiress of the Flair's family. They're also one of the powerful and prominent billionaires here in America. She's her parent's only daughter and also a doctor