Novel & Cerita Caged By The Billionaire Heir

“You know what she did to me?” Eliza froze. “What?” “She made me feel worthless. Treated me like I was a burden. She reminded me every single day that I ruined her life.” Eliza gasped. “Oh, God...” “And when I turned eighteen, she married me off to a billionaire old enough to be my father.” “No...” “Yes. His name was Derrick,” I said. “She did it for money. To save her house. And I... I didn’t have a say. I was thrown into his world like a puppet.”

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

Camilla walked into their house with her mind still in a haze and her chest tight, as though the air itself refused to fill her lungs. She didn’t want to be here. This house was full of memories, reminding her of everything. Every wall, every corner screamed Leandro and what he had done. She had come here for her things. Grab them and leave. That was the plan. She didn’t want to see him. She didn’t want to see her life turned into a cage of reminders of what she had lost.

But to Jian Lee—the calculating, icy billionaire whose reach extended into all industries, around which rooms curved in obedience. He was her father's greatest competitor. and now, her husband. The ceremony itself had been quick, dignified, and business-like. White roses filled the corridor, but she’d caught no scent but the reek of betrayal. Her father's hold on her arm at the altar had been tight, almost painful. A reminder. She was the pawn. The bargaining chip. The support for titans.

An heir. Some people even started calling him The Billionaire’s Heir—not just for his lineage, but because of his looks, charm, and ease with people. He was every bit the prince in the spotlight—yet the shadows of his past never quite left him. “The night is still young, Duke,” a voice called from behind him. “Why aren’t you down there, dancing with the girls?” He turned slightly and saw Addison, his cousin—twenty-six years old, the eldest daughter of Aunt Danica. She leaned casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in hand, her dark red dress hugging her curves elegantly.

he continued. "How did you know I was here?" she asked, still surprised that he was able to find her. "Well, I pretty much own half of the city now, so I know what goes on within it," he smiled. "Of course," she murmured. The billionaire card. He used that real quickly. "So, how have you been these past few years? I never heard from you again. You look amazing, by the way." Gwen gulped with his compliment. And she was also starting to get worried with Cody being alone. He wasn't far from her, and she would hear if something happened to him. He was a smart kid, he would definitely scream.

Robbing these people was her sole aim of coming to the place and now, she had all the opportunity to do so. "But I just can't," she yelled in her head, fresh tears pouring down from her eyes. For some weird reason, she didn't want to leave the mansion, not yet. She was beginning to have this strange bond between the billionaire and his son. "But if I continue to back off from this plan, Cody is going to get angry and do something really dangerous to them," she thought in her head again. She inserted the key and pulled the door open. She could feel her heart pounding hard against her chest and cold shivers running swiftly down her spine.

From Thomas Dalton. > “They’re already printing the story. Headline confirmed: The Billionaire’s Hidden Heir.” Ethan’s heart sank. He looked up at Maya, his voice breaking. “It’s too late.” Her eyes filled with tears she couldn’t hide this time. “Then we just lost everything.” She turned away before he could stop her, heading for the revolving doors. The storm swallowed her whole. As she stepped into the street, lightning flashed again—illuminating a black SUV parked across from the building.

He went back and sank his butt into the sofa that had been placed at the close proximity from the bed while working on his laptop, feigning pretense, trying to concentrate on the report he was checking through. He craned his neck from side to side, trying to resolve the sudden stiffness in his neck, until he noticed Lucy- his blood sister, who grew up to turn to what he had least expected. He was the successor of the popular mafian king, Chase Louis and he had successfully carried on the legacy. He had made sure to keep her sister away from bloodshed or anything illegal, not to drown her in the mud their parents had built. Hunter had chosen to show her nothing but love, but she ruined every

"Well, good to see you here." Cage gulped hard like there is a huge thing blocking on his throat. He forced himself to laugh so it would not be so obvious that he is afraid. "It's my pleasure, Hernandez." "It should be," she said. "I am happy to finally meet my parents' killer." Hanz hissed. "Look who is afraid of this little girl," he teases Cage. "Little girl you say?" said Kiel. "Let's get over this," said Xavier. "So, who's kill would it be?"