Rise Of The Disrespected Trillionaire Heir の小説・ストーリー

Cassie snorted at my obvious displeasure and continued speaking slowly at a snail's pace like she had all the time in the world. “First, I don’t know if you didn’t recognize the surname but they are part of the Masters family that moved to Rixon Hills last week. Yep, that Masters” She explains further, laying thick emphasis on the name or surname which I recognize because everyone in Rixon High, senior citizens, and infants included, is well aware of the Masters family. The prestigious billionaire family that moved to our city out of the blue has been the trending gossip for days. The majority are suspicious of what their arrival will bring, with Mom leading the group of doubting Thomases an

That is why I am here. My grandfather, Norman De Luca is the richest man in New York and the third richest in the country, America. He owns different companies, hotels, restaurants and so on and also deals on real estates. His son, my dad Jeremy De Luca managed the company for him with my mom, Anabel De Luca but 5 years ago, they died in a car accident. I know the accident isn’t ordinary and someone is behind it and I have been searching for the person all to no avail for five years. I won’t give up and I won’t hesitate to slit the person’s throat when I sees him.

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.

“Could you please hold on? I'll be heading to the hospital now. You could continue with the treatment and I'll bring the payment—” "We've given enough grace, Miss Hart,” the doctor cut in. "No deposit, no treatment.” Before I could say another word, the line beeped dead. Mr. McConaughey who had overheard every single word, scoffed. I turned to see him smirking. “What's the problem?" I asked. "You can’t pay for your son’s schooling, yet you still want to keep that old woman alive?” Je shook his head. “She's already at her end, Miss Hart. I'd advise you let her die and focus on what's more important—your child.”

¶ I read it again. And again. Then I opened the second link. By Pack Insider. ¶ The word around the upper circle is that a certain heir's new "mate" is a former bartender from the lower districts with no status and no business being anywhere near a founding bloodline. "She showed up out of nowhere with a child that happens to look exactly like him‚" says one source close to the situation. "You do the math." The heir's former fiancée‚ a prominent figure in eastern trade‚ is reportedly devastated but maintaining her dignity. Unlike some people.¶

He sat down across from her, rubbing his hands together before speaking. “My father,” he began, “wasn’t just a businessman. He had dealings with people in very high—and very dark—places. Not illegal, necessarily, but powerful enough to make enemies. He built an empire by outsmarting them all, but when he died, he left me more than just a company. He left me a responsibility I didn’t want.” “What kind of responsibility?” “Control,” he said. “Over subsidiaries, hidden investments, shell companies used to launder clean profits into dirty hands and vice versa. The kind of power that comes with a target on your back. And the only way I could walk away was to hand over control to someone else.”

His tailored suit looked as pristine as always, a sharp contrast to my disheveled state. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to my reputation?” he spat, grabbing the crystal flower vase from the side table and hurling it across the room. It shattered into a thousand pieces, much like the fragile threads of my dignity. “Dad…” I whispered, my voice trembling, but he cut me off. “Don’t call me that! You’re nothing but a disgrace—a foolish, selfish girl who has ruined everything! My business! My reputation! Everything I’ve worked for, all because of your carelessness.”

The funds they contained were sizable—enough to ensure Delilah’s security and fund trusts for both Liam and Emilia. But with the discovery came risk. Word of the inheritance leaked, and suddenly journalists were sniffing around the estate. A tabloid ran a headline: "Sinclair Bastard Heiress Surfaces With $40M Secret Fortune." Ava was furious. "How did this get out?" Dominic suspected Jacques. But without proof, they had no way of stopping the spread. Security around the estate was doubled. A lawyer specializing in privacy and defamation was brought on. And for a while, they lived in a fishbowl.

“I want an heir. And only you can give me one.” My fingers curled tightly against my lap. “Edward… does it really have to be this way?” For the first time that night, he finally lifted his head and looked straight at me. “You know I’m infertile.” His jaw tightened. “And the Ashford family needs a successor.” “There has to be another way—” “I’m not using another man’s sperm,” he cut in coldly. “My pride hasn’t sunk that low.” A bitter laugh almost escaped me. “And what about my dignity, Edward?” I asked quietly. “Have you even thought about that?”