Caged By The Billionaire Heir Novels & Stories

I felt it in my soul, too. “The facility is underground,” Richard went on. “Once you’re inside, you’ll have the element of surprise. Your stepmother won’t expect you to have full control of your abilities. She certainly won’t expect you to attack, not when she’s surrounded by guards, as your father said.” “And if something goes wrong?” Elijah demanded, whipping his head toward him. “If Agnes can’t get to her stepmother? If they separate her from Thea? If they decide to kill them both on the spot, just to be safe?”

He continued, "Mr. Orlov and Mr Cage frequent the same casino I do. It's where all these rich men go to escape their sad, miserable lives, betting away their fortunes while drowning in self-pity. I always knew that Mr. Cage was bitter, but I never realized how much until I sat down with him over a few drinks." Richard let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head as if he found the entire thing ridiculous. "He’d go on and on about how his younger brother—Alex’s father—became a billionaire, built an empire, and then threw him out over one single mistake. Just one mistake, Reyna." Richard turned to look at me, as if expecting sympathy, but I just glared at him, my wrists straining against the ropes.

Chantelle's POV I tugged at the heavy neckpiece I wore, feeling its heavy weight suffocating me. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was at Father's event. He had set it up for me to get acquitted with the big people in the business of food processing; but I knew it was an excuse to know what his competitors were up to and for the women married to some of these billionaires, to show pictures of their new yacht or new luxury home. These men and women could boast of billions to their name.

Lily POV Life in the Carter mansion was everything and nothing I had hoped it would be. It was like living in a prison with luscious bessa and all you could want. The only thing you could and should look out for was the guards who wanted nothing more than to kick you out. The good part isn't overwhelm the dark bit that didn't mean it wasn't the reason my agreeing to this experience worthwhile. Let's begin from the mansion. Where to begin! It was huge. I had not seen or been anywhere somewhere as magnificent as this until a few days ago when William had held my shaky hand and led me in here. Down to the neighborhood, it was no place for a classless stripper and single mother like myself.

"You have no right to be here." "Right?" He laughed, but there was no warmth in it. "I have every right. You’re my daughter – the last of the Arzeus line. And this boy" – he gestured to Clyde – "is the only heir to a fortune worth billions. He doesn’t belong here, playing in dirt with wooden toys." Clyde hid his face in Katya’s side, clutching his latest carving – a small jaguar he’d been working on for days. "He belongs with me," Katya said firmly. "Where he’s safe, where he can be a child."

Phoebe jibed and pointed at Jade's shirt. I nodded with a wry smile looking at Bryan's cute face. He's so adorable. I don't know why am this soft spotted for him. Maybe cause I've never actually liked someone to want to be with them my whole life... A tall slim woman walked in and everyone sat properly. Wait a minute, this school doesn't look so sumptuous as I thought. Why would billionaires attend such school? Then I remembered it might be by choice. They must have wanted to go to a lively school.

“You are now bound to me, there’s no turning back. You could never run away anymore.” I gave him a wide grin. “Then, be my guest, Achilles Coleman.” “I would love to be chained to this billionaire mafia in front of me.”

Comfortable. Beautiful. But still a cage. He sighed and rolled onto his side. Eventually, exhaustion won, and Elliot finally drifted into sleep. Morning came far too quickly. Soft sunlight filtered through the massive windows, painting the room in warm gold. Elliot groaned as he buried his face into the pillow. Then he remembered where he was. His eyes snapped open. “Oh right,” he muttered. “The billionaire kidnapped me.” He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. For a moment, he considered simply leaving.

"EXCEPT HER! THE ONE THAT CARRIES MY HEIR APPARENT!" Shoot! The rays of his torch shift, my orifices chaperoning them with zeal, until they stop at a distant corner. As if propelled by a spirit, I take sluggish strides towards where the rays stop, Ajay following suit. I halt before a detached cage, him towering behind me, the lights unalarming the poor figure before me. In this cage lies a heavily pregnant woman. The only privilege this monster could allot a woman who is about to give him an heir to his evil kingdom is a mattress and a duvet. No bed. No nothing else!

"He threw you out, Celestine. He accused your grandmother of murder and left you to collapse in the rain. If he finds out about this—" "He won't find out," I interrupted, my voice suddenly fierce, turning my head to glare at him. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs. "He can never find out." Julian narrowed his eyes, analyzing my face. "You really think you can hide a Valdemor heir from Cyrus? The man has investigators watching everything. He's paranoid."