Billionaire Son In Law Novels & Stories

she queried arrogantly and rolled eyes at him. Ken shrugged and gave her his words, “Trust me, okay. I am not going to get physical or violent over this. Besides, he is a billionaire’s son. He is supposed to be untouchable.” After a brief hesitation, Salsa muttered, “His name is Rod Benson, son to James Benson, the richest man in New York. It will interest you to know that Rod Benson is Opula’s ex boyfriend. They had a reunion at the yacht party which ended up in one-night stand and the rest is history.”

"Is that what you have in mind for me?" Back when they were first married, Audie and her late husband were in debt due to gambling losses; it was Gama who saved them. And now that Gama was left with nothing after three years of his company going bankrupt, his mother-in-law kicked him out today. "Of course," Audie said as he placed a magazine on the table featuring a photo of a distinguished gentleman. The title, Gama: Jordan Low, is a prosperous young businessman with over a trillion dollars in assets. Jordan is the ideal match for my daughter, a man who can elevate our social status. He is the individual we want most in E. 'Ador. Unlike you, a man destined to fail, who has only tarnished my

"Someone who’s only here because he married into the family, someone who thinks he can worm his way into Mrs. Edgewood’s good graces just because he carries the title of ‘husband.’ But you’re wrong if you think I’m going to sit back and let you ruin what’s left of this family." Samuel laughed, a bold and derisive sound that echoed in the quiet hall. "You think Mrs. Edgewood is going to listen to you? You’re just the help. A servant. I’m her grandson-in-law, the husband of the heir to the Edgewood fortune. I’m the one who has her trust, not you."

"Is an illegal business with the Hayes more important than your blood? He seems taken aback at my sudden remarks. Do they think I won't make my own investigation about the main reason for this wedding? Smuggling huh? Are we in a desperate situation just to invest in those illegal businesses? "We are not sure he is yours," Father said, which made me scoff. "William, can't you see his huge resemblance to Nikolai? I can feel that he's our grandson!" "Paper will tell, Valerie." Why can't they just accept my son just as I accepted him into my life? But I'm tired of pleasing them. No matter what I do, they won't be pleased if they're not satisfied with my hard work. As a Russo, the CEO of the comp

"My father wants me to come home for Christmas." I'm sensing we're arriving at the heart of the reason for his bad mood all week. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked slowly. "My father..isn't one to take no for an answer. I've never had a choice in anything..ever. I suppose him being a billionaire means he always gets what he wants." Wait..billionaire? Just who is his dad anyway? "It seems a month of respite is still too much to grant me. It sickens me to always have to play the perfect little heir, dancing along to whatever tone he decides to play," Theo's hand grips the railings till his knuckles turned white.

He adjusted his sun shades to protect his eyes from the morning sun which was now becoming very intense. He took a long look at the tallest Skyscraper in the city containing more than a hundred offices. It now belonged to him as per the contract of his grandfather. He stared at the building as memories of the events of 3rd August filled his mind, The judge's words still rang in his mind like it was just yesterday " The Heir can only manage the company when he chooses a wife." He had fufilled that part of the deal and now it was time for his father to do same.

He asked me. "That's a very unbias way of judging people, now I see why Rose had been winning, I suggest her father had direct access to the president?" I asked. "Rose's dad and the president are close friends, in fact, it was that way he got to know my dad cause my dad is an elder brother to the president, Rose's father is also a politician and a billionaire too. Basically, if Rose will be participating in any beauty contests, she already has 40 points awaiting her. So yeah! that could be the reason she was winning." Raymond said.

"He found the child." "It appears so, Vivienne. The rumors from the staff are... significant. They’re calling it an engagement. He’s already had the lawyers drafting paperwork for a public announcement." I finally took a sip of the scotch. It burned, but I welcomed it. The heat helped to numb the sudden, sharp rage that was clawing at the inside of my ribs. Larry had a son. A biological heir. And he had found the mother, some low-rent girl he’d clearly been hiding in the shadows of his past.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.