Billionaire's Hidden Heir Novels & Stories

How could I let him take on the weight of this child, knowing it wasn’t his? Days passed and I’m still not okay with this, knowing that I have a burden to carry yet still their life moves forward, but here I am still stuck with this problem and can’t vent out. My problem with Vaness, that I know she can’t accept the fact that Atlas, the guy that she loved, was really helping me through this thing and I know where she’s coming from. But I can’t accept the fact that both her and aunt Celeste wanted our wealth.

But to see it laid out like this, with Alexander as the ultimate planner was a betrayal she hadn’t anticipated. The second document was a ledger. Its showed rows of names, numbers, and dates painted a picture of financial entanglement that had been on for years. Her father’s name appeared repeatedly, alongside sums that matched the mysterious funds that had bailed their family out of bankruptcy when she was a teenager. It wasn’t a gift, she realized as something was grumping in her stomach. It was leverage. Her father hadn’t been saved—he had been owned. And now, so was she.

After all, Anna was a woman, and Frederick believed she couldn’t be entrusted with the entire company. “The majestic mansion is up for auction today… I’m not sure who will win,” Donya Agatha started as they ate. “Casa Valiente… in the highlands of Laguna?” Anna’s father asked, confirming. “It depends on who is sure to invest more money to showcase their worth. Hidalgo has the strength to bid, but it depends on the five wealthiest clans.” “I heard the estimated price for the purchase is over 100 million dollars,” Anna added. “Who cares about this small money for the sake of greatness for those certain elite billionaire families?” Cherry raised an eyebrow at Anna.

“No, I am going to get married in two weeks to one of my father's friend's daughters and that will merge the two families' businesses.” “What! Blake? You've been having an affair behind my back.” Tasha had to hold on to the back of the sofa for support. “You sneaky son of a bitch!” “No,” he put his hand on the back of another sofa. “Candy, beli…!” “Oh stop it,” she cut him short. She put her hand on her belly. “Stop calling me that. How could you do this to us?” “Okay, I won't call you that again,” he begged. “Believe me, I don't like any of these, but it is my duty as the heir to save my family. You know how hard it has been for my father.”

“Jesus, Belle. You okay? I saw them outside.” Annabelle’s pulse pounded in her ears. “They knew my name, Sofia. My real name.” Sofia came around the counter fast, grabbing her shoulders. “Hey, breathe. What the hell is going on?” Annabelle reached into her bag and pulled out a folded newspaper someone had shoved into her hands earlier. Her picture was on the front page: THE HIDDEN HEIRESS OF BLACKTHORNE EMPIRE. The subheading read: From Barista to Billion-Dollar Bloodline.

Clancey sat across from him, scrolling through his phone with the kind of focus that meant damage control. "How bad?" Caroline asked immediately. Clancey looked up at me, his expression apologetic. "Bad." He turned his laptop screen toward us. The headline made my blood run cold: "BILLIONAIRE HUNTER REID TIED DOWN BY WOMAN CLAIMING HIS CHILD" Below it was a photo of me leaving the Metropolitan Club yesterday, looking exactly like what the headline suggested—desperate, disheveled, defeated. "There's more," Clancey said quietly.

“I’m just saying, being with a billionaire doesn’t sound half bad. Just think about it, no more rent, no more bills. Designer bags? Check. Travel around the world? Check. I’d retire at thirty-five and live the dream.” I rolled my eyes with a soft chuckle, then turned my attention to the screen. The news was still replaying Landon Pierce’s accusations, and the words “Who is the Secret Philanthropist?” scrolled across the bottom. I tilted my head slightly as I watched. “Well, whoever it is,” I said finally, my voice thoughtful, “I guess the person just wants to stay hidden. Not everyone likes the spotlight, you know?”

The biological daughter who is worth billions. Aria's breath stopped. No. No, she couldn't know. That secret was buried. Hidden. "What are you talking about?" Leon had a strong voice. "Oh, you don't know?" Ariana laughed horribly and brightly. "Leon, you married the wrong sister in more ways than one. The woman wearing your family necklace and standing beside you is more than simply an overlooked younger sibling. Like an actress on stage, she turned to face the audience and performed for them. "The real heir to the Hale fortune is Aria Hale.

"Everything in life isn't handed to you on a silver platter, Blake." Before Blake could retort, Jake interjected. "What's in the note? We're not here to debate parenting styles." Mr. Crenshaw took a deep breath, feeling the atmosphere grow heavier by the second. "He left something important—a billion dollars hidden somewhere in the old house." The words hung in the air, a sudden revelation that changed the course of their lives. Blake looked shocked. “A Billion dollars where?” The first thing to fly out of his mouth. "And I sent Treasure there?" But he remained cool, keeping his thoughts to himself.

he said. She smiled sadly. “It was. Before they took it from you.” Elijah Vale felt something stir inside his chest. Anger. Confusion. A sense of being lied to his entire life. “You’re telling me,” he said carefully, “that I’m a billionaire heir.” “Yes.” “And people died to keep it secret.” “Yes.” His lips curved into a humorless smile. “Then they shouldn’t have told me.” THE TRAP TIGHTENS Back at the penthouse, Elena burst into the study without knocking.