Miss Billionaire Novels & Stories

This particular one had both my name, Mia Donovan, and the billionaire, James Christopher Maxwell, on it. I couldn’t help myself and glanced at the man before me, watching me closely with his expressionless face. I decided then the billionaire didn’t look like a Christopher. James? Yes. Maxwell? Definitely. But certainly not a Christopher. It didn’t suit him. Returning my attention to the rest, I noted the words mistress, five years, two million dollars, and a whole lot of others I didn’t know or understand. I wondered if I should take it to a lawyer and have it clarified.

I gasped, blinking disbelievingly. Mr. Stevens cleared his throat. "Mr. Montero was a very wealthy man, Miss Mills. A billionaire to be exact. And before his untimely death, he left a sizable sum to you." My knees tried to go out from underneath me, and I leaned against the doorframe to stay upright. A billionaire? Torin? How the hell—the man I knew lived in a compound, not a mansion. He rode a motorcycle, not flew in a private jet. "How… How much?" I managed to croak out.

The picture itself screamed of wealth, but not the kind you flaunted; it was the quiet, unshakeable kind that belonged to those who owned the sun. She turned the envelope over, expecting more pictures, the mark’s family, their weaknesses. "Just him?" she asked, her voice tight with surprise. "Just him," Emelio confirmed, taking a slow, measured drag of his cigar. "His name is Alexander Hemsworth. Mighty billionaire and a real-estate mogul out of Nashville." Madison felt a flicker of the old hunger ignite in her chest. She picked up the dossier, scanning the numbers. "That’s clean money, Emelio. And lots of it."

That’s all there is. “Ooh, I see,” I say with a smile tugging at my lips. “Why are you smiling, Mia?” he asks, his voice low and curious. “Nothing,” I reply softly, feeling a bit shy. “I just can’t believe you own all those offices. I mean… you’ve already made it in life, and you still look so young. No one would ever guess that you’re a millionaire.” “Yeah,” he shrugs, “I believe it’s just luck. Nothing more.”

Main character profile: HELENA DECLAN Nickname: The Heiress / Little Empire / H Age: 21 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Occupation: Billionaire heiress, CEO-in-training, founder of Declan Futures Voice: Sharp, observant, emotionally guarded, witty Born into wealth, but raised in a home that valued love over status. Her father, Harry Declan, gave up everything to raise her as a stay-at-home dad. Her mother, Mia, instilled in her the power of being a woman in control. From the age of 5, she’s been in the public eye. Her school interview went viral. The media dubbed her “The Youngest Billionaire,” but behind the headlines was a child molded with precision, passion, and discipline.

He seemed he was not affected by the blood flowing out from his forehead. She just thought the billionaires were untouchable because of their loads of money, but seeing Bill’s pity face now, she was wrong. “Nothing. It’s just a scratch.” Bill said and walked past her. He strode inside her room and locked the door. The old butler was puzzled. Bill Sky and Young Madame? Like a hedgehog, old butler spikes rose up when he thought how rich was the man in his young Madame’s room. The most wealthy and powerful businessman in capital Z and known all over the world, Bill Sky.

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars. At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation. He said he needed a maid. Except… it wasn’t just him. They did. An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.

I have a smile of my own, amused. He's something else. “You must be broke if you’re going all this way to steal from me,” Mr Sirenio tries to taunt Miles. “Once upon a time, I was broke,” Miles admitted with a nod. “You know when I ran away from home. And you basically ordered every last one of my family to not give me anything. Had to basically start at the bottom and work my way up. But then, I had Gogo. And I have a brain and now…voila,” he says. “So no, like I said. I don’t want your blood money. Even if I did want money, I can get it from someone else,” his eyes find mine briefly and he winks. He gasps then, focusing on his father. “Where are my manners? I forgot to tell you I have a ma

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.