Billionaire's Hidden Heir Novels & Stories

"A billionaire in D.C. is looking for his missing granddaughter. Word is the trail leads straight to Los Angeles. Payout is enough to buy three mansions in Beverly Hills." "Not interested," I said. "I don't do 'missing persons' cases. Don't bore me." "Wait! Don't hang up!" his voice dropped. "There's another one—a national bounty posted by the Darkstar pack." I stopped tapping the side of the bottle. "Go on." "The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut."

So, essentially, I was a companion, a personal-care assistant and a surrogate all rolled into one. For fifty million dollars, I supposed I could manage. Although, the more I learnt about this arrangement, the more I wondered how many responsibilities they had conveniently left out of the original briefing. Typical wealthy people. They always found a way to make someone else do the work. Just like that damned Josh Oh, God. Josh. I pushed the thought aside before it could ruin my morning. “There’s one more thing you should know,” the woman continued. “The heir is Skyler Tylan. He’s the billionaire heir who was involved in a car accident about a month ago.”

"Because tomorrow, front page - 'Billionaire Blackwood Buys Hospital To Hide Love Child Scandal - DNA Fake?' Let's see how long your fairy tale lasts." Lily, 4 years old, hid behind Sophia's leg. She was scared of the camera flash. Sophia's heart pounded. She held Lily tight. "Margaret, what do you want? My mother is upstairs fighting for her life-" "I want what is mine!" Margaret snapped. "My son! My company! My legacy! Not you - a waitress from Queens - and that child -" "That child is my daughter," Ethan's voice came from behind. He had come downstairs fast. His lawyers behind him. His face - Tracy, that CEO face - was stone cold, but his hands were fists.

When we finally got home, he headed straight for his study, leaving me to walk up the stairs to our cold bedroom by myself. ​I sat down at my vanity, reaching into a hidden drawer beneath the velvet lining to pull out a thick folder buried under my jewelry. I flipped through the pages, my eyes landing on the seal of Vane Holdings and the documents that proved I was the sole heiress to a conglomerate that made the Blackwood fortune look like pocket change.

I whispered as I turned back to the table. "They're the Royal elites of Lakeview Academy. They are the richest people in America. You see the guy in the center with the dark brown hair and grey eyes? He's Elijah Easton, the sole heir of Eastons Designs. Next to him on his right is Jaxon Walters and his twin Aspen Walters. Finally we have Austin Cooper." Lena answered my question with a dreamy gaze towards Austin.

In an executive suite in the Glorious Hotel International, a man in his fifties and a girl in her twenties was talking, it was Peter and Claire Voltaire, the current first family in Kingston who took over the Hegar's place. "Claire, this young master is said to be the heir of a hidden wealthy family, in fact this hotel is only one of their property!" Peter said. Claire was shocked in her mind but felt sad in her heart. "Dad, I'm not the one to marry for wealth, you know that." In a calm voice said by her.

My mother pushed my wheelchair facing Achetbir, then Blair took my phone and continued my live video while capturing our scene. Achetbir brought out a small red box for his pocket. I am not stupid to not know what that is, I just can't believe that he is now prepared for this. Did he prepare this for a long time? "Jandie Mendoza, my secretary, the girl who hide the billionare's heir. Will you marry me?" asked achetbir in full happiness. I slowly put down my hand from my mouth and nodded sobblingly. "I will," I answered.

“Of course. If it is madam Valerie, then I would gladly accept the favor. What is it? Just name one.” Valerie lifted her head. There was a holo-image on her smile, the picture of serenity on which she can use to advertise a lake vacation in a virtual theatre. But even when she’s smiling, her gaze is cold, so sharp it can cut the air. “I have a story to tell. It is something that can give you a lot of fortune. “A story that can give me a fortune, I am in.” “The story is about a CEO and a conglomerate who will inherit a billion dollar fortune. He is hiding a secret child. He had the kid by an accident, together with his college friend. However, the CEO was engaged to another conglomerate woman

he said to her. Will the secret she had hidden remain a secret, or will Lucas find out that the baby he thought he had killed is alive? Find out in The Billionaire's Hidden Legacy.

"But, I really just need to process all of this first, if you don't mind?" "Of course," Adam nodded. "I know this is overwhelming, but you need to keep one thing in mind. This isn't all from me. Much of my wealth I inherited from my father, as he did from his. This isn't me, giving this to you, this is simply me passing on what was always already yours." "I understand," Abigail said, holding onto one of the files for support. "And I'm not refusing it. I just need time." "Of course," Adam nodded. "You can have all the time in the world."