Novel & Cerita My Grandson Is The Heir To A Billionaire

"In any case, once my son reaches adulthood, all of this will be his. He's not just an ordinary boy. He's also a part of the Barrett family. Moreover, he's the grandson of the president." In the near future, he might become the heir of the presidential family, and he won't have to respect the Barrett family ever again.

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?

I picked up my phone with my free hand and opened Rowan’s contact. His matte black card was still in the drawer near the entrance, but I’d saved his number after the lighting issue was resolved. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, wondering if texting him now would make me look like a neighbor who desperately needed a new hobby. Then I typed. Me: [Next time maybe don’t give my son’s biography to a table full of billionaires.] I read it again. Then hit send. Rowan: [Noted. I’ll limit future disclosures to his position on robotics.]

He went back and sank his butt into the sofa that had been placed at the close proximity from the bed while working on his laptop, feigning pretense, trying to concentrate on the report he was checking through. He craned his neck from side to side, trying to resolve the sudden stiffness in his neck, until he noticed Lucy- his blood sister, who grew up to turn to what he had least expected. He was the successor of the popular mafian king, Chase Louis and he had successfully carried on the legacy. He had made sure to keep her sister away from bloodshed or anything illegal, not to drown her in the mud their parents had built. Hunter had chosen to show her nothing but love, but she ruined every

he said. She smiled sadly. “It was. Before they took it from you.” Elijah Vale felt something stir inside his chest. Anger. Confusion. A sense of being lied to his entire life. “You’re telling me,” he said carefully, “that I’m a billionaire heir.” “Yes.” “And people died to keep it secret.” “Yes.” His lips curved into a humorless smile. “Then they shouldn’t have told me.” THE TRAP TIGHTENS Back at the penthouse, Elena burst into the study without knocking.

Alexander shoved the man back with such force he fell to the ground, gasping. "You will all pay for this. She’s not just anyone. That child—my son—is the heir. Do you know what that means? If anything happens to him, I swear—" "My Prince!" a voice interrupted, out of breath and distant. It was not one of the guards but an elderly man in a worn leather clothing one of the hunters from the outskirts of the village. His walking staff thudded hard against the palace floor as he struggled forward. Alexander turned sharply, his face twisted in impatience. "What is it, old man?"

Nadia has nothing except a five year old son and a secret she has been keeping for years. When Ezra shows up at her door she isn't surprised. She's just tired. He came for answers. She has none that will satisfy him. And caught in the middle is a little boy who deserves better than what's coming.

I have a lot to say about your mom, but for now, allow me to tell you the reason why I am writing this letter. Because your mom has done so much for us, I would like to adopt you as my daughter. You will live in my house, you will enroll in a prestigious school, you will have the things you want, and you will live the life you deserve. Please allow me to have you in my family and treat you as my daughter. This is the least that I could do to your mom. I know that she will be happy that you will be in a good place. Best regards, Monsieur Lincoln"

“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

"You think because you’ve crawled back into his bed that you belong here? You are a stain on this family’s history." Julian stepped forward, his presence suddenly suffocatingly dominant. He pulled Elara even closer, his hand splayed across her lower back in a way that was undeniably sexual. "Careful, Father," Julian purred, though his eyes were lethal. "That 'stain' is the mother of my heirs. And considering I just transferred sixty percent of my personal shares into a trust for Leo and Mia, she’s actually the most powerful person in this room. You might want to be nicer to the woman who owns your board seat."