Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

And AZ ordered their food. "Uh... Yeah, last year. Also, Dahlia has two kids now, and she got married three years ago. How about you? How's the love life going?" Mattel answered and talked about our colleague, who is also close to me. We were all just great friends back at our workplace, and I never really thought that this girl is a freaking daughter of billionaires who went to work her ass off just to support her education and basic needs. She is just the heiress of the Clyborne Corporation. A true queen. And I took a deep breath before I answered her question which has a very easy answer.

he said inwardly, looking more confused at her funny act. “Lila, are you serious? You live in New York City, yet you don't know who Miss Mishell is? The most powerful billionaire heiress who controls the economy of this city?” He paused and heaved a sigh of relief before he continued, “So why do you think the crazy Cynthia was cold and speechless when she heard that Mishell was the one who bought the cloth she ordered? That's because everyone fears her! She is the strength of this company through her partnership!” Lila maintained silence while she listened to Derrick spill out all she wished to hear.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

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.

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

She then looked at her Father and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? I didn't say anything wrong." Hunter said, "You are right. The girl you are calling a bitch who is running around for money is actually Anastasia William, the famous model and the sole heir to a vast fortune. No one knows how much money she actually owns, but she owns so much money that even if she spends her entire life with both hands, her money won't decrease by a single cent.

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.

I had exhausted all options and hoped she'd reach out if she was still out there. The television mounted high on the far wall was tuned to a twenty-four-hour news channel. I had barely registered the sound until the anchor’s voice cut through the low murmur of nurses and orderlies. “Breaking news out of California tonight. A shocking story involving one of the tech world’s most enigmatic figures. Billionaire heiress Giselle Sullivan—formerly known as Laura McClain—was reportedly the victim of an attempted murder earlier this week. Sources confirm she was stabbed and left for dead in an open grave at a private cemetery in Beverly Hills.”

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.