Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back Novels & Stories

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

“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!”

“But today, I stand before you with sixty-three. I decided that one was far too small for my hands. I bought a billion-dollar empire days ago, and before the ink had even dried, I gave it away.” I sighed inwardly. He was showing off again, acting the part of the untouchable billionaire. But then he turned his head toward me, his eyes dark and intense. “I’d like to introduce the new Chairwoman and sole owner of that empire... Elira Blackthorne.” My eyes grew wider. My heart stopped, then restarted with a violent thud against my ribs. Elira Blackthorne? Was this the surprise he had been talking about? The room erupted. It wasn't applause; it was a roar of confusion and scandalized whispers. I

"Make way! Make way!" The men in black raised their voices and the ladies immediately parted into two. I looked down and covered my face as we passed through them while the famous billionaire was on my left side and the one man in black was on my right side. I heard gossips and murmurs asking who I am. But I am too shy and embarrassed to show my face to them. Maybe if they found out that it's me, they'll beat me to death. I heaved a sigh when finally we got inside the mansion. I heard the billionaire chuckled so I immediately bowed at him as a sign of respect and appreciation.

I mocked her. “How did you hear about this auction? It was struck by invitation,” she boosted. “You seem to have forgotten I'm an heiress now or did you lose your memory like you lost today?” I mocked her even more. “You think you have won just because of today or because you have mummy and daddy's money backing you,” she said, “but remember it was I that brought it all crashing down the last time and I can still do the same again,” she continued not playing with her words.

"Traumatized woman has breakdown, marries powerful stranger within days, suddenly inherits billions. Is this recovery or delusion? Are her recent actions those of a rational person or someone having a manic episode?" My phone buzzed. Then Dominic's. Then Jules's. All at the same time. "It's starting," Harrison said quietly. I looked at my phone. News alerts were flooding in faster than I could read them. "Van Alston Heiress: Unstable and Unfit?" "Inside Sources Reveal Concerning Behavior from Billionaire Heiress" "Is Scarlett Blackwood Mentally Competent to Run a Global Empire?" "Van Alston Board Members Express Concerns About New CEO's Mental State"

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

they were a bloodbath. *@Pink_Vine: I thought high-society people had some class, but this slut literally went rounds with the old man and then ended his life? Disgusting. *@Fame_Spray: The guy brought it on himself. This is what happens when you chase gold-digging bitches who end up murdering you in cold blood. But wait, isn't she the daughter of that elite family behind Infinite Sky Tech and Baseline Forum Enterprises? This is insane. @Killjoy_94: Ah.Damn, the bitch is hot though. Probably took him to heaven first, then straight to hell.

I wasn’t even sure if it was spelled with one r or two, but God must’ve been on my side ‘cause the moment I hit enter— Boom. Her picture. Seirra Morgan. That same fire in her eyes. Even through the screen, she looked untouchable. Like a goddess dipped in money and mystery. Her bio hit me like a punch — top ten female billionaires, CEO of her own empire, Forbes-featured, award-winning… Jesus. She was a walking threat. A total queen. And I let her walk out of my room like she didn’t just shift my entire axis. I didn’t waste time. My phone was already ringing.

From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist. Up close, the illusion fractured. Her shoulders were tight. Her smile—when she offered it—was carefully rationed. And every few minutes, her gaze flicked instinctively toward the raised dais at the center of the room, where her stepmother presided like a queen over court. Margaux Laurent was radiant tonight. She always was. She wore crimson, the color of conquest, her blonde hair arranged perfectly, her laughter ringing loud enough to command attention. Executives clustered around her, men twice her age nodding eagerly as she gestured