Carrying My Billionaire Ex's Heir Novels & Stories

This was the best treatment she could give herself. The file fell from his hands and onto the table. “You are so heartless! Give me back my rights now!” He did not care if he yelled at her or not, his empire was his fortune he had worked for and no outsider especially one born from a wedlock to inherit it. Emily got up with her teeth freely moving happily. She smiled with a touch a smirking added to it. Her hands tugged handsomely into her suit trousers as she took a step to him.

With thinking about that curiously He took out the letter & started reading. “Dear Mike, you don’t know me. But I am your Dad. I missed you a lot. I didn’t contact you these years because I wanted to become the most powerful person in the country. After so much hard work, i have achieved my goals. I Know you won’t believe me. You will have so many questions. I will answer all your questions once I am back. I have kept my eyes over you all these years. Don’t worry son. Dad is here to take care of you. I am sending you 10 million dollars in your account for your basic needs & treatment of Nani. I have also attached my phone number. Call me if you need more money anytime. See you.”

I'm still crazy about the sensation we both share. We made it a few more rounds before Adahlia fell. She put her arm around me as I hugged her. We are feeling each other's warm and naked body. – "Oh my gosh! Sebastian, why didn't you get married first!? What did I say to you child!? I cannot believe this, my banana bear! #Shocked!" "Damn it, you're an heir, and you're really young. Wake up and we'll figure it out." I woke up to shouting and talking. Damn, the TV is on early in the morning!? I'm the only person here!

His ugly words echoed in my head: slut, gold digger. Gold digger. That meant he never saw me for who I really was. He thought I wanted him for his wealth, for his empire, when in reality all I had ever wanted was him. I slid into the driver’s seat, shoved the key into the ignition with trembling hands, and fastened the seatbelt through blurry tears. My gaze flicked to the mansion one last time. The place I thought we would build a family. A future. A life. My hand instinctively went to my stomach. I hadn’t even told him yet.

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

No one knows how he could become a vegetable overnight. After my father's illness, he passed down all and every of his inheritance in the name of Jewel Empire, the most Prestigious company, down to my name. I became his heiress, a beautiful youngest billionaire but all these responsibilities come with a great price. I couldn't keep up with the pace. I am an internally ill lady. A meek one at that. So I made the biggest decision of my life.

“Not asking to be your Luna. I just want to be the heir carrier. Do that for me and I’d find a way to make you leave that house. I know you miss Sasha.” “I miss her enough to wait. Your requests are unbelievable. I can’t have you carry my heir. You are not deserving of such.” “I will give you time to think about it. And think about it well.” “It looks like you inherited Didi’s blackmail genes apart from half of his properties. Don’t end up like him.” “I won’t.”

"This isn't charity. I'm just fulfilling my end of the deal." I nodded, still trying to process everything. As we got back into the car, a heavy silence hung between us. My mind raced with thoughts and questions. The Carter Mansion. Benjamin Carter. The heir to one of the richest business foundations in the country. And Jesse, my professor. How did all of this connect?

Five years later. Los Angeles felt like a city built out of glass, sunlight, and people far too confident to ever admit they were confused. I stood in the twenty-third-floor boardroom at Jamesson Holdings, facing a presentation screen the size of a mortal sin, while Noelle Jamesson stared at the house renderings in front of her as if they’d been assembled in some ancient dead language. Noelle was blonde, beautiful, and dressed in a cream suit that was clearly more expensive than her understanding of the project. She was the daughter of an American tycoon. An heiress. A social fixture. The kind of last name that opened doors before she even had to knock.