My Grandson Is The Heir To A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Joining us tonight is Dominic Steele—former tech billionaire, current comeback story, and apparently a new father. Care to comment on the photo, Mr. Steele?” Dominic didn’t blink. “I’d be happy to,” he said. “Yes, that’s my son. His name is Liam. He’s five years old, and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” The anchor was momentarily thrown. “You’re confirming it?” “I’m owning it,” Dominic replied. “What I won’t tolerate is anyone—press, competitor, or former associate—dragging an innocent child into corporate warfare.” “Are you referring to Benedict Maddox?”

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?”

"You bitch! You've liked him since the beginning? And until now!?" "Can you blame me?" Adriel sheepishly asked. "No, I can't blame you. I saw your baby daddy a while ago, and honestly, I would have caved the moment I saw his face." Adriel rolled her eyes. "To add to that, he's also Earl Gray's grandson, which means that he's loaded as fuck." Adriel froze in her seat when she heard what Daphne said. "Earl Gray's grandson?" Daphne nodded her head. "Yeah, Earl Gray's grandson. The self-made billionaire with more than ten enterprises under his name? I don't even know why you inferred that Zeth was a farmer when you met him..."

It was a man's low voice. “If you want to see your son alive again,” he said, “do exactly what I say.” Her throat locked. “Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t touch him.” “Shut up and listen,” the man snapped. “You don’t tell the cops, you don’t tell your little billionaire husband. You wait and I’ll text you where to go.” “Wait...wait, please let me hear him again.” “Next time you hear him, it’ll be to say goodbye if you mess this up.”

So now, I got a chance to talk with my friends. "Were you able to get checked up last time? Do you already know the gender of the child?" Feya asked excitedly. "Yes, it's a boy," I said proudly. "Oh, so you're hiding the billionaire's heir," Serah stated. "Yeah," I said and smiled bitterly. "How are his maternal conceptions? Is he fine now?" Feya asked. I chuckled and shook my head "He's still grumpy and hates Patriza's smell although he's not picky anymore when it terms of food," I updated.

“I’m not asking as someone who’s scared. I’m asking as someone who needs to understand what we’re fighting.” Damian studied her — really studied her — as if realizing she wasn’t the fragile part of his life. She was the backbone. He nodded slowly. “Fine. I’ll tell you everything. But once I start… there’s no going back.” Sienna lifted her chin. “We passed the point of no return the moment Elias pointed a gun at my son.” Damian’s shoulders eased, just a little. He sat back down, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. “The Cavendish name wasn’t built on wealth. It was built on alliances — old ones. Dangerous ones. Every firstborn son was trained, prepared, conditioned to inherit not just business

“Why did you allow him to marry my granddaughter? I told you I have arranged for her to be married to Wang's only heir? He inherited his family’s fortune, he’s one of the wealthiest men in the world.” “Ethan is a billionaire himself and his fortune was earned by him and not something handed down by his family. He is also the sole heir of a business conglomerate here in the UK. And stop meddling father.” Jianyu replied, he tried to suppress his anger but he failed. The truth is he didn't care that Ethan was a billionaire, all he cared about was his daughter to be happy. He knew that Ethan would make Moriah happy. Putting down the jewelry boxes on the dressing table, Ethan gazed at the bathroo

he stated. "Wait, why your grandpa?" I then gasped with wide eyes. "Is he the one you're asking I get married to?" Mr. Billionaire then gave me a confused look, "You're not really as smart as you look huh?" He came and I became offended. "What exactly do you want from me Mister?" "Look, I'm the heir to my grandfather's wealth but I can only get it all on one condition, that I get married and it has to be soon too.

It's exactly because I knew that, I manufactured the events leading to our parents taking away your debit card! "When you called Stella, I already told her beforehand that whatever you said is going to be a lie!" I shook with rage, and landed a slap across his face before I knew it. "He's your grandfather! H-How could you—" I tried to curse him, but I couldn't even manage a full sentence because I was hesitating. Because he was Grandpa's real grandson. Even though I sent him stumbling, he simply shrugged and continued, "I am the heir of the Sullivans and groomed to be such! While you are just a bumpkin from the boonies, and you think you can take everything from me?!"

I felt a connection, a warmth filling me instantly. “Charlotte, you’re my granddaughter, my only daughter’s child and my heir. I had been looking for you since your mother died and your father seemed to be vanished from the earth’s face but you’re here and I’d not be letting you go away again. From this moment onwards, you’re my legal heir, the owner of a trillion dollars empire.” As soon as these words left his lips, I was left flabbergasted. Holy Jesus! I became the richest person in a blink of a moment.