Caged By The Billionaire Heir Novels & Stories

Or maybe the steel was always there, just waiting for the right pressure to reveal itself. I also remembered the deal with crystal clarity. I could still see her father, Dr. Hearthe, sweating in my office, rubbing his hands together with a greed that outshone his fear. He had sneaked his daughter to the clan like a commodity on a black market. We were desperate for an heir, a child to secure our lineage in a dying world, and he was desperate for money and influence. It was a transaction. Cold. Calculated. We allowed it because we thought we owned her. Then suddenly, I hear the sharp clicks of high heels approaching my desk, jolting me from my memories.

Whether Sebastian had rented or purchased it on her behalf, Vivian didn't know and hadn't cared to investigate. What she did know was that Rebecca had engineered her move-in day into a minor media event, photographers positioned, arrival timed for maximum coverage, the whole thing carefully orchestrated to cement her public image as a woman of substantial means and impeccable connections. Her fans had accepted the narrative completely: the Golden Star winner, the devoted girlfriend of the Stellar heir, the lotus flower of the entertainment industry, untouched by its usual compromises.

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.

JAZZLYN stood in front of the vanity mirror in Camille’s luxurious bedroom. She looked at her reflection with a mix of dread and disbelief. Her best friend Camille was busy applying foundation to her face, dabbing a concealer over her every blemish. “I really don't want to do this, Camille,” Jazzlyn muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is too risky. What if your dad finds out?” A playful grin curving Camille’s lips. “Just do your best to make sure the guy doesn't fall for you. That's the whole plan, remember?”

Helena finally worded her shock to her fiance who was busy typing something on his phone. “My empire,” He answered, raising his eyes at her. Helena blinked. “This?” She motioned towards the building with her finger. “...is your empire?” Evan pushed his phone onto his pocket and gave Helena his full attention. “This is my shady world, Helena. It is as ugly and dangerous as this shattered building. Darkness is synonymous with my business but it's grand. And soon you are going to witness this grandness.” Helena gulped and kept gazing at him. Now she was more apprehensive imagining what interaction she was going to have in his world. Richard opened the door for him. “Capo.”

Daniela stood in the grand lobby of a four-star hotel, the air thick with the scent of wealth and exclusivity. Marble floors gleamed beneath Crystal chandeliers, reflecting a world she had once dreamed of but had long since left behind . Her fingers trembled as she clung a folder with the DNA test results that showed proof of the truth she had kept hidden all these years . She wasn't here to admire the opulence, nor was she the same woman who had once been captivated, then cast aside by a billionaire.

she added. "Now, that's the problem. How do I break this to your ruthless brother and father?!" He slammed. "None of my business, I wasn't there when you were busy chasing after his wife. Are you planning to reject this pregnancy? You can't reject a billionaire's grandbaby and you know it," she said with a smirk. He heaved a sigh and scratched the back of his head. "If I take responsibility for this, I'll die. If I don't, I'll still die anyway. So why take responsibility for something I'll end up dying for anyway?" He blurted and her eyes bulged.

But Eve's focus was distracted by a folder brought by Allan. "What is this?" Eve asked, confused. Allan couldn't help but smile secretively "Open it! You'll love it!" Eve opened it and was surprised, her tears came back, "Where did you get this, Allan?" "Before the accident I had prepared it, I bought it from your uncle for a pretty fantastic price, but it doesn't matter because it was to cover your uncle's debts! Your uncle is terrible at managing companies! He was in debt everywhere! So it's easy for me to make an offer to pay all his debts on the condition that he returns all the assets that you used to own! I mean everything your family ever took! The house, the car, including the compan

he muttered. “I will have arrangements made,” he continued. “Medical supervision.” “Security.” “Restrictions.” “Restrictions?” she asked. “You will not be allowed to attend parties or hang out with strangers outside the Norman estate.” “No.” Mr Norman’s eyes settled on her. “No?” he repeated. “I’m not a prisoner.” “You are responsible for an heir.” “That doesn’t make me your property.” “It makes you valuable.” “This is getting out of hand.” Jace said. “It is already in hand,” Mr Norman replied.

"Especially family members." I stood up again and walked around the room. "So let me get this straight. I was kidnapped as a baby. I was raised by people who didn't know who I really was. I'm actually the heir to a twelve-billion-dollar fortune. Jared is my cousin who tried to steal my inheritance but then fell in love with me. And Amanda is trying to destroy me using information she doesn't fully understand." "That's essentially correct." "And you want me to..." "We want you to come home."