Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

"Mom, we have to do something before this woman finishes us completely." Suzan walked towards them then, with a fake sweet smile. "How are you two finding life these days?" she asked, her voice too polite. Kris stared at her. He couldn't hold it anymore. "Where did you get all this money, Suzan? This mansion, the company... where?" Suzan laughed. "You mean this money?" She stepped closer. "I am the heiress of Paul and Eva Anderson. Did that shock you?" Kris went quiet.

On the same night she had been insulted as a pig by her husband’s friend and abandoned for another woman, now a powerful older man came to her house and offered to make her his mistress as though she were some broken object that could be bought. With a strong motion, Vivienne slapped Alistair’s hand away from her face. She stepped back twice, glaring at the billionaire with fury blazing in her eyes. The wild side inside Vivienne that had slept for two years was now fully awake. She was not afraid, not even a little.

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

The world had a cruel sense of humor. In one day, the power tables turned. A billion dollar empire got acquired overnight and that too by the owner's ex. Jacintha was no longer the woman Reid could silence, dismiss or scold. She is now his greatest rival. His ex-wife that miraculously rose from the dead is back, and she would not let him rest. She haunted his dreams when he presumed her dead now that he knows she's alive, she is now his living nightmare.

"Did you just… hit me?" "Already lost a few brain cells from the impact?" I sneered and shook my hand to chase away the numbness. "Let this remind you who I am, dumbass. I'm the true heiress of the Blanc family. I wasn't adopted like Bella, so why the hell is she wearing my engagement dress?!" [4-Star Madness. Reward: 30,000,000 dollars.] Cha-ching. The rush was intoxicating, and so was the sudden jump in my bank balance.

“Let’s go.” She didn’t wait for the driver to open the door. She opened it herself and stepped out. Boom. The crowd erupted. Bodyguards immediately swarmed her, forming a tight circle. Flashes exploded like lightning. The noise was overwhelming. “Miss Moore, did you really forge Mr. Westwood’s will?” “Are you qualified to run a fashion empire, or just sleep with its owner?” “Did you kill Darius because he refused to marry you?” That last one hit her like a steel-toed boot to the chest.

“You said I am not worth it? After all this year's that I gave my life into this company? You are an ungrateful bastard! That's why your father is dying on the hospital bed and you can't help to gather money from your company.“ She flared angrily and at that point, my hand landed on her cheeks, causing her to wince in pain. “How dare you?“ She asked angrily, her eyes filled with Rage as she gave me a deadly glare. “Repeat what you said earlier and you will get another one any time soon. You know what? You really don't have to come into my company and start ranting about father's illness, when you clearly can afford it, as his new daughter. Just go on with the process. Thank you.“ I responded

Ashley’s screams echoed down the hallway as Maya walked away, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Tears rolled down Maya’s eyes as she remembers all what she went through because of her, and she wiped them away with her finger before putting on her sunglasses. As she walked out of the hospital, a news played on the television screen with the tag: the youngest billionaire in the world, Lance Wells, had returned to the country with his two daughters after a successful launch in Beijing.

The questions gnawed at me, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand—stopping Emily and Jessica. My daughter’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Turn left here, Auntie Sarah!” she directed, her small finger pointing at the map. Sarah followed her instructions without hesitation, the car weaving through the less crowded back roads. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the last touches of mascara. I took a deep breath, glancing at my reflection in the car mirror. Gone was the scared, broken girl from six years ago. I had transformed myself—physically, mentally, and professionally. I was no longer the weak victim. I was Susan Davidson, the rightful heir to the Davidson Corporation.