Inherit Billions Novel Novels & Stories

Running a gloved hand over the bannister, Reena tried to find comfort and inner peace as she took a deep breath and squinted in the extra dim lighting, in a way the absence of light felt like an extension of the game Reena was sure the billionaire was intent on playing with her. “You can go in.” Her escort informed her in his carefully detached voice and turned around in the next breath, leaving Reena to her fate. Pushing the door open, she lingered by the door, absolutely stunned to silence by the allure of the room within.

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

What type of inheritance are we talking about? Howard Chen stopped. "Ms. Castellano, this is the kind that needs to be talked about in person." "Give me a number," Elena said. Another break. Longer. "Three billion two hundred million dollars." Elena let go of the phone. She took it up with hands that were shaking. "You said—did you say billion?" "Yes. There are conditions, though." There were, of course, conditions. There were always rules. Elena's life had never been easy, and it seemed like dying billionaires didn't change that. "What kind of conditions are you talking about?" Howard Chen remarked thoughtfully, "The kind that needs to be talked about in person."

"I fabricated the illness, not out of malice, but to escape that contract. I used my skills as the 'Phantom' to secure two things: your legal identity—the DNA proof—and your financial freedom—the Temple Endowment—so that he could never use money to control you." Evelyn did not hide the full scope of Julian’s actions: the surveillance, the Blackstream attack, and the legal maneuvers. She presented the evidence—the thermal images, the affidavit—as historical documents of a corporate war waged against her, all to protect him. "You are the Legacy Heir," Evelyn concluded, looking directly into his eyes. "You are valuable not because of his money, but because you represent the truth he tried to bu

“We don’t have time to waste. Go get settled in your room. We expect you in the study in exactly one hour.” They dismissed me like I was the hired help. I grabbed my backpack and practically fled down the long, luxurious hallway toward the spare bedroom. I pushed the heavy door open and collapsed against it, locking it instantly behind me. I slid down the smooth wood until I hit the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest. I was broke. I was blackmailed. And I was now permanently living with three gorgeous, ruthless billionaires who possessed my most explicit secrets. I rested my head against my knees, a cold, terrifying shiver running straight down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, whisperi

His posture was relaxed in a way it never could have been when he was fighting his brother for control of an empire. "I was looking at the blueprints for Das Vermächtnis des Milliardärs, " Julian . He was standing beside Elena at the window as a breeze drifted in from the harbor. "It’s funny how the 'unplanned legacy' turned out to be the one worth keeping." Elena leaned her head against his shoulder. She looked out at the East River. The storm had passed. The villains like Silas had been edited out of their lives. The professional ghostwriter was finally the protagonist of her story.

Making sure I understand them correctly. The firstborn child of Adrian Cross. That's Ezra. My baby. My son sleeping upstairs. My hands start shaking harder. The paper crinkles in my grip. Forty-seven million. One hundred fifty-six million. Two hundred three million. I do the math in my head. Over four hundred million dollars. Ezra is supposed to inherit over four hundred million dollars. And nobody told me. Not Adrian. Not his parents. Not a single person in this entire family mentioned this.

Over the decades, that hundred million had grown into a billion-dollar fortune. For the first time, Sebastian noticed an unfamiliar happiness on their faces. it was a joy he had never seen in his presence before. It made his heart ache, though he couldn’t quite understand why. Still, he smiled at the irony of it all and signed the papers his mother had been so eager for him to sign. Elizabeth quickly grabbed the paper and looked at it with a wide smile. She said, “I’m going to get this submitted. We are going to inherit a billion dollars!”

He said it so matter-of-factly that chills ran down my spine. We continued talking, and I was still struggling to process the fact that I had five hundred billion dollars waiting for me. Five hundred billion. That was more money than I'd ever imagined existed. The Cole family was worth around ten billion. The Allens family was worth around fifty. Neither family came anywhere close to the fortune waiting for me once I officially turned twenty-one. How do you go from sleeping on the streets ...to inheriting five hundred billion dollars? “I'm confused.” I frowned. “Didn't they leave anything for Clara?”

It had become a habit for her to carry her daughter’s medication along with her as Zendaya's weakness could kick in at any time and anywhere. She then gave it to Zendaya, after which they finally headed to Lucas’ house. Despite the fact that Kiandra knew Lucas was a billionaire and would have a nice mansion, nothing prepared her for the luxurious mansion she was looking at. It took them over five minutes to get to the main mansion from the gate, and the scenery within those five minutes was nothing but breathtaking. They passed by beautiful trees, fountains and even statues. The main mansion itself was huge and Kiandra glanced at her daughter, whose eyes were lit up with excitement as she ha