Novel & Cerita Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back

Roberta Alfred. The thought had come to him around 4 AM, when desperation had finally overpowered pride. She'd offered them seven million over the first year. If he could convince her to advance more of it, frame it as an investment opportunity or an emergency loan. She was wealthy beyond measure. Fifty million was probably pocket change to someone like her. He just had to convince her to part with it. He still wasn't even sure if she was the one behind the blackmail. His mind raced back to the knowing smile that played on her lips from the high-rise building yesterday. The thought of it made shivers run down his spine.

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

She had violently violated his most sacred family memories. "In exactly one hour, the wealthiest billionaires in the country will walk directly through those front doors," Kiara commanded lethally. "It is heavily raining outside. Their custom Italian leather shoes will be slightly muddy." Aryan stared blindly at the flawless hem of her velvet gown. "You will completely serve as my guests' human footstool," she whispered softly, the absolute cruelty completely shattering his remaining soul. "Every single billionaire who walks into my mansion will explicitly wipe the freezing mud off their expensive shoes directly onto your bare, heavily bruised back. And if you dare to flinch, or accidentally

"I'm doing this because I understand what it means to lose everything. Because I understand what it means to be hunted. Because I understand what it means to rebuild from nothing. And because my mother taught me that power should be used to protect people, not exploit them." The room erupted. Not in applause they were too shocked for that. But in noise. In questions. In the energy of a narrative being rewritten in real-time. PART FOUR: THE RESPONSE 2:34 PM - Aria's Private Office The launch was already being covered by every major news outlet. Moretti Heiress Pledges 20 Billion to Combat Trafficking Criminal Dynasty Turns Philanthropic But Questions Remain Inside the Moretti Foundation: The

“Do I get anything?” “Yes,” Harvey chuckled, his tone sarcastic. “But at a price. Meredith’s heiress does not know anything about running a business. Olivia doesn’t even know Meredith is ultra-rich when they met----” “Whoa! Stop there, you mean to say that this heiress, Olivia, is not related to us by blood?” “No, not by a long shot.” “And Aunt Meredith gave everything to her?” I felt bile rising along with anger and frustration. My own flesh and blood choosing a stranger over me is not just an insult, but a complete humiliation! I will be New York’s laughingstock for decades until they find another gist for the mill!

But whose? I opened my eyes quickly and saw three people sitting beside me. I jumped up in panic, grabbing the duvet to cover myself. “Who are you all, and what am I doing here?” I asked, voice trembling in shock. As I scanned their faces, one of them stood out. Sitting beside me, holding my hand, was THE CITY’S DUKE—Mr. Emerald Sullivan. The richest man alive. Before I could say anything more, he smiled gently at me. “Welcome home, my daughter. You are Alexa Sullivan, my long-lost daughter. After fifteen years of searching the earth, we’ve finally found you! You’re the true heiress to the Sullivan Empire and the richest woman the whole world has been searching for.”

“Dad—” “Now, Jacob.” The hall outside was all marble and silence. Brian lit a cigarette, flicking ash onto a Ming vase. “You still owe me fifty grand for the boat.” Jake stared at the closed study door. “He’s getting older.” “And?” “And he’s scared.” Brian blew smoke at the ceiling. “Good. Maybe he’ll finally drop dead.” The elevator dinged. A maid scurried past, eyes downcast. Jake’s phone buzzed—a “Times” alert: Vanguard Group Secures Brunei Energy Deal, Outbids Reagan Conglomerate. He swiped it away. “What now?”

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

"What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things." Alan scrolled through his phone, and his eyes widened as he saw Elena's face with the caption: "Hidden Billionaire Heiress of Celestial Empire Revealed." Elena winked. "Message received? Don't bother with your dirty money. I'm striking back; get prepared. I'll destroy everything you love and worked for." Victoria stood, determination in her eyes. "Elena Wellington, you've hidden your true self for years. Do you want war? Bring it. I'll fight with my last breath to bring you down. That voice note? No evidence it's mine."