Carrying My Billionaire Ex's Heir Novels & Stories

Luke eyes widened in shock. “ Doesn’t that makes a millionaire technically, Just like that ? Overnight…How is that even possible “ “ Millionaire? Katie’s empire is worth more than millions , Billions of dollars are now in Carina’s name “ Madam Claire said her eyes widened his shock . “ My Ex wife is a billionaire, How is that even possible “ “ What do you think we should take care of first?” “ At this point we should be scared of what she might do to us “

**“Damian Cavendish: Secret Heir Revealed!” She clicked the video. Grainy footage of her and Julian leaving the penthouse played, Damian’s security team blurred in the background. A narrator’s voice declared, “Sources confirm that billionaire Damian Cavendish has a secret son with his former fiancée, Sienna Blake…” The words blurred in her mind. She couldn’t breathe. “They weren’t supposed to release this,” Sienna whispered. Cole nodded grimly. “We’re doubling security. No one’s getting close.” Her thoughts spiraled. “Julian… does he know?”

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.

I said even though I was completely starving and in that moment my stomach growled, Parrish smirked at me and I rolled my eyes. “I know a place, has the best steak – ” “Steak?” I threw him a questioning look. “What’s the matter?” he threw back at me. “You don’t think eating a steak right now is a bit too extravagant?” I shot at him. “I’m a billionaire now Jessica, I can do whatever I want.” I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time and even a couple more times after that even while we were seated at this fancy restaurant with a golden chandelier in the middle, and our table draped with expensive linen sheets and the waiters walked around with an ipad as the menu.

Shannon read the disappointed look on his face, she wanted to get that look fully. "Well, if she didn't, let me prep you, I'm currently in a relationship with Ryan Lancaster the heir of this empire and the richest billionaire in town, you know what that means Raymond,. If I was you, I would've taken caution before I thread on a game I won't finish.

The next that followed was a loud scream, which would have been capable of drawing the attention of whosoever that might be in the building. He walked to his balcony and as the soft wind of the morning blew calmly on his face, his mind wrestled and tried to come up with a decision. His name is Stan, a handsome young billionaire in his early thirties. He stands as the heir to the Devreal empire. A large company that stood among the top in the United States. With how handsome he looked, together with how rich he was, it was of no surprise that girls flocked around him at every instance.

He is kind of looking forward to the results of paternity test. In the afternoon, the Sun is like fire, making people feel sleepy. Richeal Yill is working hard on the documents in the president's office of Yill Group. She didn't know until she took over the document that showed it turned out that Yill Hroupwas really not as beautiful as she thought, and there had been a big deficit . If it was not well managed, it would really go bankrupt. No wonder Father is eager to find a joint venture project. If Yill can no longer have good input, she is afraid it would be done.

14 carats, rare blue, the price of a small apartment, now being wrapped as a delivery rather than a sale. She had worked in luxury retail for six years. She had never seen anything quite like this afternoon. A woman had finally appeared at Ethan Hartwell's side, walking through a cleared mall, buying him a thousand-dollar ring with her own card, completely unaware of what it meant that he had watched her do it with that specific expression on his face. Whatever this woman was to him, the associate thought, she was not going to be a small thing.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

"You speak of rights, Mr. Dawson. Let's speak of mine. My right to choose a life free from the spotlight, free from the suffocating expectations of wealth. My right to raise my son in peace, away from the kind of world your family inhabits. You are a well-known billionaire. My previous life, the one I ran from, was one of immense wealth and public scrutiny. I chose to escape that. And your presence, your entire world, threatens to drag me and my son back into it." Ethan stared, a new understanding dawning on his face. "Your family... the heiress you abandoned. That's why you ran?" "It's why I've always run," Katya corrected softly. "And your actions, your search, your very presence here, pro