Novel & Cerita Inherit Billions Novel

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

“I had my reason Bert, I was..” “Not a word from you Kasy.” He shook his head and stepped back. He walked to the big shelf in the room and carried a box from it, he then returned to Kasy. “This is all the money you have been sending since you left, there is not a single penny missing, you can count for yourself,” he said and turned the box upside down, the new notes and coins in it fell to the floor, “You think it is all about money? We don’t need your money Kasy, we don’t want a selfish person like you! You are so selfish that you…”

Who else could I trust more than my best friend? As we drove to the conglomerate in the sleek company car, I thought back to everything that had happened. My mother's death. Gabriel’s betrayal. The crash that nearly ended my life. And now, here I was—stepping into a position of power, armed with nothing but my wits and a burning desire for revenge. When we arrived, the vice president of the company greeted us with enthusiasm. "Good day, everyone. Ms. Rebecca Harrington, the heir of Valentine Conglomerate, is now the president of the company," he announced to the board members. They all stood and bowed, pledging their loyalty and support.

I parked, before stepping out of the car and into the white building in front of me. Andrea Estate. It was the biggest in all of New York and one of the many top expensive building in the country. I didn’t plan it out like that I just wanted my kids to leave a better life than I did, everything had to be perfect even if not for me buh atleast for them. The moment I walked into the mansion, a pair of little bundle of joys came bolting towards me. “Mummy.” They chorused, their little arms wrappping around my leg.

“According to the clause for my beautiful granddaughters. Before they can claim their inheritance, they must prove to Seraphina that they are worthy of it. If they fail to prove their worth to her, Seraphina has all the right to claim their inheritance” I slumped back on the couch in shock. Everything was spinning around me because what was this? How could Grandpa leave eighty percent of his properties to me? “Finally, to everyone who didn’t find their names here, you have misused every opportunity given to you. If anyone has a problem with how the inheritance is divided, there is a video attachment to prove everything in my will. If that still isn’t enough for you, go to court!” “Rowan…” My

The one who squanders his brother's wealth instead of building a fortune with it. As I sank deeper into my glass, I felt that familiar spiral of rage and hopelessness. Zayn didn’t just win at life, he was born to win. It was written in the stars while I was stuck in the dirt, scrambling for scraps. The pregnancy felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate.

"My grandfather, William Kingsley, is a man obsessed with control. And according to his will, I can't inherit his vast fortune unless I'm married." A bewildered laugh escaped my lips. "Seriously? A billionaire can't inherit his own money because he isn't married?" "Apparently not," he said, a wry smile twisting his lips. "The old man believes in traditional values, family legacy and all that jazz." The absurdity of it all washed over me. "So, you need a wife. A fake wife, to appease your cranky grandpa and score a hefty inheritance." "Not exactly a wife," he corrected, his gaze locking with mine. "The contract stipulates a marriage in name only. Public appearances, weekends at his estate – a

"And you get to find out why the 'Ice-King' was always meant to burn." As Chapter 151 closes, the "30-Day-Debt" has been re-indexed. The "Billionaire and the Bride" are no longer playing a game of "Mergers and Acquisitions." They are playing for the "Continuity of the Soul." ---

Her fingers trembled as she lifted it. A slim flash drive. An old one. Military-grade encryption stamped into the metal. And a folded piece of paper, yellowed with age. Handwriting she recognized instantly. Her mother’s. Elara— If you’re reading this, I failed to keep you out of it. I’m sorry. The vault isn’t money. It’s leverage. Names tied to deaths. Wars funded for profit. Men who don’t exist but decide who lives quietly. Locke was never in control. He was a mouthpiece who learned to bite.

I knew the numbers by heart, even if I pretended they didn’t exist. Seventy percent. Charles Montgomery. Annabelle’s grandfather. It was his. All of it. Every brick, every cent, every ounce of power I’d killed myself to hold on to—it was never mine. My father hadn’t been a visionary. He’d been a thief in a suit, carving his fortune out of someone else’s flesh. And now, I was his son, the inheritor of bloodstained spoils. If Annabelle ever knew—if she even touched those papers—everything would collapse.