From Illegitimate To A Zillionaire Heir Novels & Stories

Camila declares. She straightens her shoulders, lifting her chin with dignity. “Henry Blackwood is the illegitimate son of Adolf Blackwood. The true biological heir to the Blackwood fortune!"

According to the will, he was set to inherit a billion dollars left by his grandfather. Fifty years ago, his grandfather had accumulated a hundred million dollars through questionable means: selling family property, gambling, lending, and other dubious activities. For a family that prided itself on being “blue-blooded,” the money’s origins were undeniably dark. But, as they say, money has no color. Over the decades, that hundred million had grown into a billion-dollar fortune.

No doubt the aristocratic family had a big bunch of members of all ages. All were respected and well known in their particular streams of business, banking and shipping. While the noble ladies were occupied in conquering the fashion and entertainment industries. In the midst of all rich sharks stood Nathalie Lancaster the youngest sole heiress who was supposed to inherit all the wealth. An illegitimate child born out of a maid who died during childbirth, she was not favoured by anyone nor her useless father. "Hoho, call that useless thing to clean this mess." Saikus Lancaster, her uncle, spoke in a ridiculing tone while he objectified the person he intended to call. Nathalie didn't say a wor

"He wants to inherit our family’s wealth." My grandfather’s face turned pale with shock. "Greedy bastard! He’s already been given so much, and he’s still not satisfied!" My grandfather had built his fortune from the ground up, becoming a self-made mogul. After my parents’ tragic accident, I became the sole heir, the third generation to inherit the family’s wealth. If Stephen managed to destroy us, he’d inherit everything and live a carefree life of luxury. At that point, he wouldn’t even care about his job at the hospital.

“Mom. You’re the Margaret O’Connor. You’re constantly mixing around in high society. You can’t possibly not know that Manny Longbottom is only the acting patriarch’s son. “His position as the heir is illegitimate. The real heir died years ago. “Yes, the Longbottoms are the wealthiest in Havenmill, but what does that have to do with Manny’s branch of the family? His father is just a placeholder. He doesn’t have the family token, totem, or even the seal. He can’t even mobilize the Longbottoms’ elite forces. “If the rightful Longbottom heir is ever found, all their power and assets will return to that child. Tony and Manny Longbottom will have done all of it for nothing.

“Damian… you’re scaring me.” He turned to her. “I’m telling you because you deserve the truth — and because Julian is at the center of it now.” Sienna felt a chill crawl beneath her skin. “Julian is special,” Damian said quietly. “Not because of who he is today… but because of what he represents.” “What does he represent?” she breathed. Damian hesitated. Then said the words as if they physically hurt: “Julian is the last legitimate heir of the Cavendish lineage.”

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.

On her left was her 28 years old son Luca, the illegitimate son of the Moretti family, pretending to be part of a legacy he was never born legitimately into. I wasn’t ready for this shenanigans, I was here once again to demand access to my right… “I’ll say this once. The thirty trillion dollars my father willed to me… I want my sole exclusive access finalized today. No delays. No legal stalling. The legitimate heir clause in his will is clear.” I demanded sternly and one of the older lawyers, a silver-bearded man with trembling fingers; cleared his throat. “We are only… exercising due diligence, Mr. Moretti. Given the complexity of the…”

I listened silently. “Richard, are you there? About the money you transferred to me earlier, I don’t need to pay you back, right? Why aren’t you saying anything?” I ended the call. I knew she wouldn't accept the offer if she knew it was coming from me, and that damn doctor went and called my name. An evil idea came to my head. I am Richard Anderson, the richest man in America. I can easily issue an order that any company that hires Annabel will become an enemy of the Anderson Group, and I know no one will want to go against me. That will force Annabel to come to me herself. I called Micah, my trusted PA, over to my office and gave him the order. “And also look into her boyfriend’s background

she asked and I stared at her confused. "What do you mean?" I asked... "I've called the president and he has settled everything and the whole wealth has been willed to your name plus the 50 billion dollars he gave you to Start over. It's your wealth dear, you can't possibly leave all for Royce" she enthused and chuckled. OmG. Now I know what she's talking about. I can't possibly take Royce's inheritance like that.. He stopped school because of it and I don't think I need so much money.