Romans & histoires From Illegitimate To A Zillionaire Heir

A ripple of curiosity spread around the table. He continued, “For decades, Blake Industries has thrived on innovation and legacy. But a true legacy isn’t built on power—it’s built on people. On family.” He paused, glancing briefly at Maya before lifting the envelope. “As of today, I’m officially naming my son, Liam Ethan Blake, as the future heir and principal shareholder of Blake Industries.” Gasps filled the room. One board member, Mr. Dorsett, leaned forward. “Sir, forgive my bluntness—but he’s a child. Surely this isn’t standard procedure?”

His friends were mainly colleagues or business acquitance, most of them married with family commitment s. He had the habit of taking Sharon to any private gathering he was invited to. They were not romantically involved but we're very good friends as well as close colleague. David had told her that he was an afterthought to his parents who had been in their Kate forties when they had him. He was an only child, well loved and indulged perhaps being raised by his old parents made him more serious with his business and tied to duty and work. They had died when he was still a young man leaving him as the heir to the family merchant bank and an enormous fortune.

I was living in a house of lies, and every day the walls got thinner. Annabella’s grandfather should’ve been the one sitting on top of the empire. Not my father. My old man hadn’t built anything he’d stolen it. Piece by piece, deal by deal, lie by lie, until he gutted the Romano family and claimed their legacy as his own. And I was living off the spoils.

What kind of birthday gift do you get a billionaire who already has everything? "Our family is throwing a party for him. There will be a lot of esteemed guests" Robyn tells us. "You know it's his eighteenth birthday, he'll officially inherit and take his place as our family heir" Robyn explains. It's true. I've heard bits and pieces, few from Roman and more from Robyn. When he turns eighteen he will become more involved in his family's empire, less of a student and teenager, more of a billionaire and business mogul… more of a man.

I folded my hands together, watching him closely. "Yes," Sebastian nodded, his eyes tightening into sharp slits as he leaned forward over the table, trying to read my facial expression. "It is truly pathetic. Some low-class people, absolute illegitimate beggars who have been hiding in the dirt for thirty years, are suddenly trying to crawl forward. They are using fake documents and old, dead secrets to try and steal a massive share of our fortune. They think they can just walk into high society and pretend they belong here." The moment the words illegitimate beggars left his mouth, a strange, uncomfortable feeling flashed in my gut.

CALEB Three AM. I hadn't slept, I couldn't. The kids were finally settled at Eleanor's house with armed security outside and panic buttons installed. Everything we could manage in six hours. Still not enough. Never enough when someone photographed your children. I sat at my laptop researching Harrison Blackwood. I needed to know everything about the man threatening my family. What I found froze my blood. Harrison Blackwood. Age 58. Net worth $15 billion. Tech industry titan, self-made after his father's company was destroyed. Destroyed by my grandfather in 1987.

I coil into myself, ashamed of my outburst just now and fumbling with a loose strand of my hair. “That’s something you must’ve been itching badly to ask, huh?” His voice resounds to me, compelling me to lift my head to see him already staring at me with a sure smile. I only give a nod, still feeling shameful as he goes on to say, “Well, Zorien is the younger heir to a prestigious and insanely wealthy family, that’s how he gets to own all of this...” and he gestures with his hands for emphasis, making my saliva scratchy to swallow as I watch him carry on.

That was until this moment, when the endless stream of comments tore apart all my illusions and their disguises. There was never any real or fake heir. They brought me home and spoiled me on purpose, all just to ruin me through indulgence. And the parasite parents who raised me had happily taken the money from the Zimmermans. They were more than willing to “sell” me to a wealthy household as entertainment. “Levi, why aren’t you saying anything?” Maddie squeezed my wrist hard, the grip faintly vicious. “You’ve seen the paternity test now. That should put your mind at ease. Even if you stop studying and never read another book, you can still live comfortably as the heir.”