Carrying My Billionaire Ex's Heir Novels & Stories

His presence had the power to frighten an entire city. "Do not cry! Lorrie, you are the heir of Universe Group. Hundreds of millions of properties will be yours in the future. Whoever hurts you, let him pay!" "Grandpa..." Allora buried herself in Aldo's arms. Choking through her sobs, it was as though she was finally grieving all the injustices she had suffered over the past three years. Aldo gently patted his granddaughter's back. "Lorrie, your parents died young. Rowan is busy with the army, and Wesley is working abroad. You are my only heir. Please do not do anything silly."

“But, bottom line, I married a billionaire.” It was my intention to marry Alonzo Nevan, Damian's uncle, for that reason it would irk Damian, and he could easily help me win this battle and lawsuit with my parents because he's already a billionaire. It turned out, then even when I married the wrong Alonzo, I still landed on a billionaire that I needed. “Thank God,” I whispered. The tons of shopping bags from Chanel called for a special service delivery from the store. Alonzo was already waiting for me while I used their powder room.

He almost stripped it away when I got divorced, but didn’t because he realized the heartbreak made me work harder. “Well, handle it quickly because people are starting to leave bad reviews just because of your love life.” I didn’t respond to him. “Also, quickly recognize the twins as your kids. I heard one of them is a boy. He can take over from you later since he’s your only heir. It’s a good thing you and Gianna used to be married. At least, he’s not a bastard child.” “Dad!” I snapped. “Can you at least talk about them like they’re humans instead of tools for you to use?”

From up there, the entire stretch of Metro Manila sprawled before her—concrete, chaos, and dreams wrapped in smog and sunlight. Her eyes fell on a copy of Forbes Business Magazine sitting on the side table, slightly crumpled from being read too many times. Duke’s face stared back at her from the cover. “The Billionaire’s Heir,” the title read in bold, gleaming letters. She reached for it slowly, tracing his jawline on the glossy page with her fingers as if it were some long-lost relic. According to the article, Duke was now one of the most promising and influential young businessmen in the country, following in the footsteps of his father who apparently owned several enterprises in Zambales.

I was the Skyla who came back with battle scars, not apologies. I didn’t knock, I didn’t need to. The door to his office opened as though it had been waiting for me. There he was, in all his glory. Xavier Anderson, the sole heir to the Andersons enterprise, and one of the most sought-after billionaire bachelor. Leaning against his desk, sleeves rolled up, expression unreadable. The skyline framed him like he was born to rule over it. He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. But his eyes – those damned eyes – locked on me the moment I stepped in, like they had been starving.

She stood up and the three supported her on the sofa. Lia lifted the hem of her dress. She was wearing cycling shorts so she lifted her dress up to her stomach. "Honeyss, meet My Ex-Husband's Heir." Lia introduced her unborn baby to her best friends. "Oh, so cute..." the three said at the same time when they saw Lia's bulging stomach. Together, they caressed her belly very sweetly. And then they introduce each other to Lia's baby. *** Lia's taste immediately got worse when she saw Ethan in the parking area of the Malditah Building.

But to see it laid out like this, with Alexander as the ultimate planner was a betrayal she hadn’t anticipated. The second document was a ledger. Its showed rows of names, numbers, and dates painted a picture of financial entanglement that had been on for years. Her father’s name appeared repeatedly, alongside sums that matched the mysterious funds that had bailed their family out of bankruptcy when she was a teenager. It wasn’t a gift, she realized as something was grumping in her stomach. It was leverage. Her father hadn’t been saved—he had been owned. And now, so was she.

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my head burying into the crook of his neck as he carried me smoothly up the winding stone stairs toward the master suite. The city, the university, the old apartment on 4th Street—it all felt like a movie I had watched years ago. The rival heirs had been relocated, the mafia councils had been liquidated, and the thrones were entirely obsolete. I had chosen wealth, I had chosen safety, and most importantly, I had chosen the billionaire stepfather who had rewritten the rules of the world just to keep me by his side. And as the glass doors of our private pavilion slid shut behind us, locking out the rest of the world, I knew our empire was completely untoucha

More than anything else she had said so far. “When we get home,” she continued, turning back to Cassie, “I’ll give you everything your parents left behind. Every document, every detail you’ll need to understand what’s really going on.” Frederick swallowed hard, his throat dry, the realization settling in like something heavy and immovable. His ex-wife… The heiress to the Blackridge empire. A name that dominated rankings, that stood at the very top, far beyond anything the Novarion Group could compete with.