Caged By The Billionaire Heir Novels & Stories

Luca's small hand found hers and gripped it. Outside the window, Manhattan glittered. A city full of power, full of money, full of the infrastructure that ran the world. And somewhere in that city, Aria's empire was waiting. The Moretti holdings that had been stolen from her, that she would reclaim. The legitimate businesses and the criminal networks. The money and the influence and the respect that came from being the last surviving Moretti. She would claim it all. And she would do it as Dante's equal, not his subordinate. As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.

"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."

My thoughts reminded me of the point that led us here. I'd been watching my favorite boy band at my apartment when my grandfather suddenly appeared and told me to join him for a morning ride. I'd put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of pants, and joined him in his affairs, only to discover that he tricked me to go with him to a conference hall that was stacked with a hundred media-related personnel. I didn't take it seriously because my grandfather was always meaning to take me everywhere with him. But unexpectedly, he made an announcement that shook the world's structure in business, and threw me off my feet. He announced I, Bianca Maria Rossi as his heir and gave me everything he owned, publi

I swallowed the lump in my throat that came with that memory and nodded. The tour started quietly. She began with the living quarters. “This quarter...” She pointed toward a mini mansion. “This is the Vances' late heiress's quarter, but it's now inhabited by Miss Selena.” “Late heiress?” I choked out. “I thought the Vances had only one heir. And who's Selena?” “She died three years ago...” Clara's smile faltered. “I'm sorry, that's the least information I can give you. I'm not in the right position to tell you who Miss Selena is.”

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The funds they contained were sizable—enough to ensure Delilah’s security and fund trusts for both Liam and Emilia. But with the discovery came risk. Word of the inheritance leaked, and suddenly journalists were sniffing around the estate. A tabloid ran a headline: "Sinclair Bastard Heiress Surfaces With $40M Secret Fortune." Ava was furious. "How did this get out?" Dominic suspected Jacques. But without proof, they had no way of stopping the spread. Security around the estate was doubled. A lawyer specializing in privacy and defamation was brought on. And for a while, they lived in a fishbowl.

But still, I was already in the third hallway; it was half-on-half, and I was doing this for Bailey and me. I didn’t care if Bailey did this or if she sold me out to surrogacy; I loved Bailey, and no matter what debt she managed to fix her legs in, she didn’t deserve this; she was such a sweetheart. And I couldn’t imagine whatever situation she had gotten herself into to get herself into such debt. And if I managed to make my grand escape, that would be killing two juicy eagles with one freaking pebble. My lips curled into a slight smile the moment my eyes landed on the huge window Trinity had mentioned.

But that was the point. I clutched my suitcase tightly, my heart pounding in my chest. This was my new life now, far away from the drama and tension that had defined everything back home. Far away from the cold judgment of my father and the scheming eyes of Celeste and Vaness. Here, I was just Kylie. Not the daughter of a wealthy businessman, not the woman caught in a web of lies. Just me.

That was romantic and risky and a little terrifying. As sleep moved in slow and greedy fingers, I heard his breath and felt the space of a man who had placed himself between us and the world. The twist of his revelation made everything sharper: our relationship was not only forbidden by the geometry of age and loyalty — it was also cemented by a legal scaffold he’d built to protect both me and my father. It was the most billionaire thing he could have done: turn currency into covenant.

Until finally— The last letter. The last one he had kept. Her hands trembled as she opened it. It was shorter than the others. Only one sentence. If you try to leave me, I will take everything from you. Vivienne’s breath hitched. Everything. She dropped into the chair behind his desk. Her father hadn’t controlled Margaux. Margaux had controlled him. Her hands covered her mouth. He hadn’t been protecting his empire. He had been trapped inside it. A soft sound broke the silence.