Billionaire's Daughter Novels & Stories

Her lips curled into a cruel smile, and the look she gave me was colder than a refrigerator. “Your disgusting attempts to keep my son are failing miserably. I can’t wait for you to sign those divorce papers and disappear from our lives. Look at her.” She gestured towards Byron’s lover. “She’s everything you’ll never be—beautiful, elegant, and most importantly, she’s a billionaire’s daughter. Her family name carries weight, unlike yours, the daughter of a poor driver.” Her words cut deep, but I swallowed the pain and gripped the railing to stop my hands from trembling. My mother-in-law could destroy any chance I had of keeping my son, and I couldn’t risk that. Valen was all I had left.

"We all make mistakes, and that’s okay. What matters is that you have a heart full of love, and that’s something truly special. You are perfect to me, just as you are. You are my daughter, and I am so proud of you." Tears pricked at the corners of Anna’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love. She had spent so much of her life feeling unwanted, unloved, and now, here was this man—this father—telling her that she was perfect just as she was. It was almost too much to take in, but in the best way possible. "I’m proud to be your daughter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she squeezed his hand.

"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." I cleared my throat awkwardly. The family I worked for was quite mysterious. They were very private. I knew enough, but I didn't talk much to Natty. I just listened without responding. "If it's a boy, and they're looking for a daughter-in-law, I'll do whatever it takes to get on their search radar." Natty raved incessantly about this wealthy family. "Didn't most rich people already have their own candidates?" Natty let out an exasperated breath. "That's right," she said.

She clenched her fist before she spoke. Bella let out a chuckle and looked at her like she was a complete fool. "Oh, Auny May... It feels so good to see that you are very foolish. My Mom made sure my father would never be able to transfer ownership of their business and if you've also forgotten then, I have to remind you. My father started this company with my mother's money. Weren't you aware?" Bella ran a finger down May's face and said.

Trish gushed, you could see the heart in her eyes as she spoke about the girl's wealth. "Oh, what I wouldn't do to get wrapped in his arms. I wouldn't even mind a nightstand with him. I'm sure he is heavily packed." the blonde said and I let out an audible ugly scoff. To say I was irritated wouldn't do justice to how I felt. Kyle was mine. Talking about him like that in my presence was disrespectful. "Hey got a problem?" The blonde girl, the richest billionaire daughter, or whatever description Trish gave her asked. "Can I help you?"

Her attention was on the news she saw earlier on social media. Julian looked at their pictures with a caption; "Julian Hampton Dumps Poor Girlfriend, Runs After A Billionaire's Daughter." Julian gave the phone back to her after reading the caption. "You need to see the comments. They are condemning you already even when the information is false. We are still together. What do you think they will say when we eventually break up and they found out it is because of a lady who killed your mother. Julian, think. They desperately need the identity of the billionaire's daughter. I can give it to them if nothing changes after one month.

The woman smiled faintly, "Of course. How can I not know? He used to be very famous in his thirties. He's been on the news a lot. Very successful handsome rich businessman. Many women have been after him since his wife died. But sadly nothing can make him fall in love again." Vesa listened carefully and his heart became more and more hurt. Many people knew about his father, while he didn't even know anything. He felt like a stupid son. "Ah, sorry. It seems I talk too much. I shouldn't have spoken like that in front of his son. Gosh, I couldn't help myself when I met that famous billionaire's son," said the woman and she quickly paid for her groceries at the other cashier. Vesa just nodded po

" he murmured. Brody and Kane have found out all the necessary info regarding Billina Bernand. "Wait, she has a daughter?" he asked startled. He never knew that this girl might be dead rich. The first female billionaire taking over the Chicago, even outside the country. She was a champion when it comes to business. "How many family members?" "She just lives with her grandmother, boyfriend and daughter." "So, a billionaire doppelganger, eh?" the smirk on his face after understanding everything was so evil. Senor let out a hearty laugh and he said, "Get me an appointment to meet this billionaire doppelganger tomorrow."

"I’ve known her since they were children. She’s a young woman from a very good family, although she’s always been very independent." "Good family?" I tensed. "She’s a goddamn waitress, Darla." "Of course not!" She let out a silly little laugh. "Riley is the only daughter of Wallace David. The mogul of designer clothing franchises." My eyes went wide. Wallace David? That man moved influences across the entire East Coast. "The daughter of a billionaire?" I murmured, my mind working at a thousand miles per hour. "Then what the hell was she doing waitressing at my gala?"

One of the top billionaires in the entire country—and somehow, they landed a deal with Lucian freaking Montgomery off all people. Sure, my parents had their own little throne in the social status ladder, my dad, a respected judge in Washington D.C., and my mom, a food industry investor with a nose for profits, was settling down in New York. But what's terrifying was how desperate they were to climb higher. So desperate they didn’t blink before selling off their own daughter like she was some networking chip at a power brunch. Our worlds couldn’t have been more different. And yet, here I was, face to face with the overbearing, stock up billionaire himself.