Caged By The Billionaire Heir Novels & Stories

"Because....the lawyers feared that I'd die young like my father so they made him write in his will that when I'm of age, I need to get an heir to take over my accomplishments and wealth if I happened to die as well...." Bianca's mouth fell open as she slowly began to understand everything now. "But you won't die...how are they sure you'd die like your father. You don't have cancer, do you?". "I don't but who knows...no one knows when boom!! I die or get involved in an accident..and after the last incident that almost cost me my life, the lawyers are giving me one year to produce an heir or they'll take everything away from me". "What?". She gasped.

I hissed in pain but he didn’t care. "That's enough," he said, finally stopping in anger. Without warning, he bent down and hoisted me onto his shoulder. My helpless screams echoed throughout the house, but there was no one to come to my help. I was weak and alone in this cruel world. They pushed me into the arms of the only heir of the Harrison family and a ruthless billionaire, who hated me, wanted me to die. And I was sure today was the last night of my life. A week ago:-

His growl was low and almost feral, and it struck through me so hard my heart thudded painfully, my knees nearly buckling under the weight of his voice. “Why should I?” I shot back, forcing my tone into calm defiance even as my pulse raced. I would not be weak when it came to my son. “I will not be silent when it comes to him. I married my billionaire captor to get my son back. That is why I took the bargain…” His head turned toward me slowly, and his eyes were cold, pinning me in place. He leaned back in his chair with unnerving composure, pulling out a cigar.

The headline was in bold. ¶ BLIND ITEM: Which billionaire Alpha heir has been spotted playing house with a low-bred Omega bartender and her conveniently-timed pup? Sources say the heir recently tossed aside a high-profile engagement to a well-connected Alpha family in favor of his new... acquisition. Friends close to the jilted fiancée are calling it what it is: calculated entrapment by a financially destitute Omega who used the oldest trick in the book. A trap child.¶ I read it again.

my kids love their father, so coming here would only make them happy. So why do I feel as though I could hear my heart beating in my chest? "Damn, he's so fucking rich. The tabloids got their facts wrong. Cause if this is a small Beach house, I'm wondering how the big one will be like." Bianca commented on the view. "Or are you sure we're at the right address?" "He's a Billionaire, Bianca. This should fit his net worth just fine." I said, ignoring her exaggerated laments.

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

She did not respond to the text last night, because she had been too tired and so had fallen asleep; the perfect excuse and knowing Christopher, he would buy her excuses without thinking twice, but the only problem was that he had refused to fall in love with her. Aimee attempted to drop her phone, but she heard the beeping sounds of notifications, and then made the mistake of checking it out; it was the internet going wild with stories of the latest couple in Mexico City, Christopher Bridger, billionaire heir to Bridger Empire, one of the biggest and most successful empires in the city, and his stunning wife, Ashley Grander.

Lila’s POV “If you ever want to feel like a snack in a room full of sharks, just walk into a billionaire’s foyer wearing a leather jacket and a look that says you’re ready to commit several light felonies.” The Hartley mansion didn't just look like money; it looked like the kind of place where joy went to be strangled by silk curtains and silent help. It was cold, cavernous, and currently, it was the den of the girl who had tried to set my life—and my stepbrother—on fire.

The ride to the penthouse was a silent, pressurized journey through the neon-lit veins of the city. Caius never released his grip on Lynn’s wrist, his hold a constant, bruising reminder of the line that had been crossed. Lynn sat frozen, the adrenaline ebbing away to leave a hollow, trembling exhaustion in its wake. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, meaningless streaks of color. He was being taken back to the cage, but the cage felt different now. The warden had stormed the gates of hell to retrieve him, and the cost of that retrieval was a debt Lynn couldn't begin to comprehend.

One of her hands goes up to lift her sunglasses, “Damian Graham it's unlike you to ignore my calls, is it what that poor orphan has done to you, how can—” I cut her off, dropping the pen onto one of the files before pulling my sleeves into my elbows, I signed deeply “ I’m always busy mum” I responded, my voice sounding low and almost inaudible, she rolls her eyes “ You are wasting time son, all I'm asking is for an heir for us to secure the empire if the womb of that wife of yours, can't carry a son then you have no other option than to impregnate another” she stood up and cleared her voice, and said “ Think about it, I can't watch what I have so worked hard for go down the drain” she turns