Billionaire Son In Law Novels & Stories

"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.

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

Oh. So that's the angle. She must be the "new partner" my father-in-law mentioned a few days ago. Jason didn't even qualify as an illegitimate son, and he was already throwing his weight around like he owned the title. And let's be real—the Harding family only became the richest in Seavora because of my husband, Hank Harding. Arthur had nothing to do with it. Jason opened his mouth to talk into my phone—then the call cut. Fine. Hank was probably already on his way.

"My father's getting older and he needs someone to help run things. Plus I missed the city, you know the buzz-buzz energy here. How about you? I got wind of a rumour that you got married and had a kid?" "Divorced now," I corrected, taking a sip of my champagne. "But yes, I have a son, Elliot. He's six." "Six already," David shook his head. "Time really does fly. Is he here with you this evening?" "No, he's with my father. These events aren't exactly kid friendly." We kept talking, the conversation flowing smoothly. David asked about my role in the charity. He must have heard that I'm the chairman of my foundation and we were donating a large amount. So I told him about the literacy program's

They were headed to the Parker family's estate, where they would spend their first night as husband and wife. Ethan had always felt a bit uneasy around James Parker, Sophia's father. He was a ruthless businessman who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. As they pulled up to the estate, Ethan could feel his anxiety spiking. He took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feeling, reminding himself that he was now a part of this family. The estate was opulent and extravagant, with lavish decorations and impeccable grounds. Ethan and Sophia were greeted by James Parker himself, who beamed with pride as he welcomed them to their new home.

The tension between them softened, replaced by something deeper—admiration, awe. “Wait…” Jake’s eyes widened. “Is the millionaire the owner?” Robert smiled faintly. “No, son. The project belongs to a young man named Ronald Williams, a billionaire. He’s the son of Richard William.” Jake’s grin spread slowly. “A billionaire? Wow! Dad, you’re getting bigger. Very soon… you’ll be up there with the millionaires like Mr Richard Blake.” Robert chuckled, the weariness in his face giving way to pride. “Yes, son.”

Lance said and I grunted in annoyance. Who was he to think he can stop me from going through pain? I laughed bitterly then looked at him straight in the eye, “And how would you possibly do that?” I sneered, “Or because the doctor called you a saviour earlier, you now think you are some kind of messiah?” “He is Mark Lance, the most richest man in the country.” The doctor announced and recognition dawned on me. I remember why I keep having the feeling of knowing him before. Now I understand I must have seen him in the television or magazine. He was truly the most influential man in the country and also a philanthropist.

The blonde woman touched Ruby's shoulder. "No, I'm not. I was thinking. Whether I should go back to Boston or not." Ruby smiled, picked up the glass, and slowly sipped the champagne her friend had filled. "Oh my God! Is it true that this billionaire already has a son? How could he keep it a secret? When did he get married? Crazy is crazy." A woman's shocked voice took center stage from the other end of the table. It didn't escape Ruby's attention either; she was also curious about who was being talked about.

“I don’t understand why you still work,” Enrico said while monitoring the machine exchange beside Antonella. “Now you’re married to Benjamim. He’s a billionaire, Antonella.” “He is; I’m not, Dad,” she replied, genuinely irritated by his comment. “Besides, I couldn’t stand staying at home with Carlota around. I’d rather put up with you than her.”