Billionaire's Daughter Novels & Stories

Samira Reddy sat on the couch, leaning back, and placed her pink purse on the desk. Her face was no longer attractive. Dark circles under her eyes indicated a lack of sleep and nutritional deficiencies in her body. Her clothes were no longer star-studded, expensive, and branded. As is customary, no makeup was applied to her face. After the sun of pride had sunk in the tired eyes, the black night was visible. And, as she had done before, she had come to ask her billionaire brother for money.

Neola ushered Elle inside the convertible and drove off in a haste. I was about to call for Joe and ask him about this when the female news reporter speak, 'As you can see, we had just witness Mrs. Elleana Cassidy West, wife of the famous businessman and owner of Greene-West Industries, Mr. Gabriel Hugo West, shopping with her husband's sister, Neola Dana West for baby's clothes. We did not hear about Mrs. West for a while and it seems that she’s been keeping us out of the box! Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade?'

I was that exhausted. I never really thought that shopping would be this energy and time consuming until today. We had been at the mall for more than four hours. It was as if I was shopping for my wedding, or shopping as if I had no clothes at all at home. The life of a billionaire's daughter was sure frustrating and tiring. I could not help but sympathize with Juliet. Doing this every now and then would be the death of me. I would literally go mad if I was in Juliet's place. Or get angry at the slightest provocation. Juliet didn't seem that bitchy after all. If any, she was strong to cope up with the stress of being the daughter of someone so famous and rich.

Delighted was an understatement to the euphoric rush she felt. ‘One billion! ‘All to my daughter’s company. That means my daughter has a net worth of over a billion yuan, right? ‘I’ve become part of the nouveau riche! ‘Oh, but who is this Capital City Group’s young master? It can’t be, right? That this rich man has his eyes on my daughter?’

She was Dylan and Dayana's daughter. "Mommy!" "Sweetie!" The girl ran up to Dayana and hugged her. Another woman followed behind the child, the same woman who was also with her at the mall. "Mommy, who are they? Why are they standing outside our gate? Maybe they're bad guys! They're here to rob us!" "No, sweetie. They are friends of Mommy and Daddy. The little girl's eyebrows furrowed when she faced us. "What? Them? They're friends with Daddy? But they don't look rich. They look poor!"

He and his daughter must have had a hard time" Kaylee thought pitifully. She's beginning to think the man has no ulterior motive but again,who just select a whore as his daughter's nanny and he's not just any man. A billionaire! Billionaires always want the best for their families and she's nowhere near the best and he knows that. She doesn't even have the experience. "You almost got on my dad's nerves" Allison said, interrupting Kaylee thoughts. "Hu..h?" Kaylee raised a brow up and glanced at Damien whose expression was unreadable. "Please try not to get on his nerves, you won't find it funny when he get totally angry" Allison said. "Ohh.. okay" Kaylee said,amazed at the little girl's smart

he replied. "And how long is the judge going to take to recognize the obvious?" I stopped near the window, staring at the garden like looking at something green would stop me from crushing the phone in my hand. "Gwen Kensington is a billionaire. Not just wealthy. A billionaire. My daughter has the right to equal living standards. She can't live on her father's crumbs while the other child is born into gold." "Ms.—" he warned. I stepped farther down the hallway and lowered my voice. Bella was still on the rug, distracted, but I didn't trust distractions.

"That's the one! Niel's long-lost daughter—just brought into the fold, already inherited ten billion, and officially named the heir to the Morrison empire!" The person sharing the news was clearly at the event. "This banquet is insane. Three layers of security. No one can get within ten feet of her—she's being kept under wraps." The group chat went wild. "Ten billion? That's the kind of luck you don't even see in movies!" "What's she like? Stunning? Single?" one alumnus joked. "If she's my type, I might just shoot my shot…" "Keep dreaming. I caught a glimpse from across the room. Her aura's unreal. In a champagne-colored gown, standing under the chandelier like she was glowing. That profile

Also saving ourselves from appearing on the newspaper tomorrow, I can already imagine it, “SON OF BILLIONAIRE MOGUL CLARK RIQUE AND DAUGHTER of BILLIONAIRE MOGUL LARA RIQUE FORMERLY AUSTEN HAVE BEEN SEEN INVOLVED IN A MARRIAGE SCUFFLE” I squirm the thought of it, pretty sure that one of us would have given in before letting that happen.

She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Someone much richer than you, baby girl.” “You think a few millions-“ “Billions.” I corrected, while staring at my nails.