Billionaire's Hidden Heir Novels & Stories

I held Shaira’s hand. I don’t know, but the Shaira in front of me is so different now. She’s been through so much at Jerome’s hands. She exhausted herself for a love where she was the only one fighting. “Justine is the only heir? Isn’t Dustine also an heir?” Shaira and I exchanged glances. I gave a bitter smile. “You’ve always been so nosy. I never said Justine was the only heir; I said Justine is one of them.” I even tickled Manager Kim’s neck as she sat next to me on the sofa.

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

"You think because you’ve crawled back into his bed that you belong here? You are a stain on this family’s history." Julian stepped forward, his presence suddenly suffocatingly dominant. He pulled Elara even closer, his hand splayed across her lower back in a way that was undeniably sexual. "Careful, Father," Julian purred, though his eyes were lethal. "That 'stain' is the mother of my heirs. And considering I just transferred sixty percent of my personal shares into a trust for Leo and Mia, she’s actually the most powerful person in this room. You might want to be nicer to the woman who owns your board seat."

"I don't have brothers, kid. I have competitors and I have enemies. Which one are you?" "I’m Leo Thorne," the boy said, his voice echoing through the ballroom. "And according to my mother’s marriage certificate and a very specific codicil in our father’s hidden will... I own forty percent of the land this building stands on. And fifty-one percent of the Thorne legacy you thought you buried." The crowd erupted in hushed, frantic whispers. The "Secret Baby" trope had been flipped. It wasn't Julian's child this time—it was his father’s hidden heir.

“I swear to you, Alicia. I will burn every bridge, every dollar, before I let that happen.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she whispered. “That you’ll burn for me. And then resent me for it.” “Never.” “You don’t know that.” “I know me.” She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to. A knock at the door made them both jump. It was Zara. Face grim, holding a tablet. “You need to see this,” she said. She turned the screen. A gossip site. Fresh post, twenty minutes old. *EXCLUSIVE: GEORGE HEIR’S SECRET SON - DICKSON CONNECTION EXPOSED. IS CHRIS WALES THE BIOLOGICAL UNCLE?*

The pile of documents on my desk reminded me where I was a law firm owned by the Dawsons, one of the most powerful families in the city. Mr. Dawson, my employer, was a stern man in his mid-sixties, known for his sharp mind and unshakable discipline. But lately, the firm had been buzzing with news — his son had returned from the States after years abroad. He was set to take over the company soon. From what I had heard, the Dawsons owned more than just the law firm. They had their hands in finance, construction, and even international trade. Everyone was curious about the heir — Ethan Dawson.

“You’re talking nonsense. I’m leaving. Thanks for dinner.” I started walking, but he grabbed my wrist. “Let go. What the hell are you doing?” I glanced around, worried people were staring. Derek was well-known here, and so was I. The last thing I needed was a paparazzo snapping a photo of us. “Give me a chance, Elara. I’ll take care of your son too,” he begged, dropping the one secret I’d kept hidden for years. My eyes widened in horror. “H-how do you know?”

"What the fuck? Who's that? Isn't that Philip Knox from Knox Group?" "Oh my God, it really is him! The richest billionaire in the country! I've seen him on the news before!" "Wait, did the lady boss just call him 'Dad'?" "The case is solved! She's not some kept mistress with a money-laundering hobby! She's an heiress! A real heiress worth billions of dollars!" "What kind of a plot twist is this? The billionaire dad is here to back his daughter up!" Alice's face turned as pale as a sheet at once.

If he wouldn't give me the truth, I would find it myself. I didn't stay at the office. The moment his SUV pulled away from the curb, I hailed a cab. I didn't go back to the mansion where the walls felt like they were closing in on me. Instead, I went to a small, dusty archives office downtown, one that specialized in old high-society scandals. My father had always told me: "A billionaire’s power isn't in his bank account. It’s in the secrets he buries to get there." I spent hours sifting through microfilms and old social columns from years ago. My fingers were stained with ink and my head throbbed, but I didn't stop. Finally, I found it. A grainy, black-and-white photo from an Italian gala.

"To my biological daughter, Sarah Lin Vance. Welcome back to the high table. It is time to come home to London." Sarah stopped breathing. She stared at the screen. Her entire world seemed to change in one second. She wasn't just the poor girl from New York anymore. She wasn't only Adrian's contract wife. She was the hidden daughter of the House of Laurent. Sarah was the secret heiress to the biggest fashion dynasty in the world. And someone had just come to claim her.