Rise Of The Disrespected Trillionaire Heir นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“He didn’t hurt you and that’s what matters. You are Nathaniel Madden, Fredrick Madden’s heir…” ********** Present Time************ In the 48-floor building where Nathaniel’s office was located, he looked out at Gem Hills’ skyline as he thought about the journey of his life from the lowly son of a drunk to the heir of the 6th richest diamond merchant. His tentacles spread far and wide and in 15 years he increased Fredrick’s wealth by 100 folds. He felt like an imposter. Worse yet he hated the man he didn’t know was his father all these years. He hated his mother more for being a whore.

"He could make your resort vanish in an instant if he wanted to." "What?" Henry's body shook violently. "Miss Bleeth... you're joking, right?" Sherry's gaze turned sharp. Her voice grew colder as she said, "Listen carefully. He is the third grandson of Group W's chairman and the future heir apparent of Group W." As soon as that sentence was uttered, the hall was immediately filled with shocked sighs. Who would have thought that a man in ordinary clothes, who looks like he has nothing, would be the heir to a trillion-dollar company?

Wilshire had said that. Francis Vanz was the only son of the Vanz family—the sole heir to their vast fortune. The family held significant influence, well-known on a global scale; perhaps not quite on the level of the Amberfords, but close. As the only heir, Francis had been spoiled by constant praise and indulgence. With no rivals, no competition, and a family that catered to his every whim, he had grown arrogant and entitled, taking pleasure in flaunting his status wherever he went.

Slamming my butt on the comfortable settee, I decide to take a cruise around this cottage to deflect my fusses from my nightmare. This monster's accounts must be overflowing with cash. Given the luxuries glamouring his private properties, and what his dirty businesses earn him daily, he is a filthy Trillionaire fuck of a bastard! Rich in money! He is a stinking-to-high-heaven hyperbole, but the poorest of all at heart. What a pity! That aside because I will never feel sorry for this son of a bitch whatsoever, but what does he plan to do with all this wealth? I mean, the idiot doesn't even care about his own child. So, what is the need for all the efforts he makes to diversify his evil empire

Claire found it bemusing and utterly unbelievable. On one side was a rich heir as well as young director of a company with a net worth of tens of billions of fortunes, while on the other side was a good-for-nothing trash who had to live off his wife’s money for survival. Reasonably, should not the trash be the one to kneel down before the rich heir for an apology? How did it become the other way round? Just what had Alex done?

An Ashbourne property had changed hands within months of my mother's death, buried deep enough that a daughter looking fifteen years later would never find it, would give up long before reaching this exact page. Eleanor dies. I get declared unstable. I disappear into a hospital no one visited for fifteen years, not once, not a single card or phone call in all that time. Claire becomes the Grant heiress in my place, wearing a name and a life that had never belonged to her, stepping into rooms that should have been mine to walk into. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, quietly, methodically, an Ashbourne asset changes hands, moved by someone who understood exactly how much attention a gr

But the truth is that their lives are as fucked as hell. They are a bunch of crazy folks, every fucking one of them has a deep secret that is sept under the carpet. The fact that their golden son, the heir of the family’s empire left a few years ago, didn’t help the family at all. It broke them, and it drove them apart, making it very easy for me to sneak my way into the family and begin my invasion. Let’s start with Riley… The fool is necrophilia!

Amelia asked with a scowl on her face. “Nobody knows anything about him. But from all what we know, he’s not a great person”, Noah explained with a hushed voice, scared that someone might hear him. “How did he get so wealthy, even if he’s young?” Amelia asked the one question that throbbed his heart. Noah took in a deep breath and leaned closer to her. “His father was a rich billionaire and everything was passed to him the moment his father passed. Rumours have it that he was a spoilt kid and that’s why he doesn’t respect any other person!” Noah explained to Amelia who listened with rapt attention.

"You can’t tell me? You disgrace this family, and you refuse to tell me who’s responsible for this?" I flinched, the weight of his anger crashing over me. But I couldn’t give him Rage’s name. I knew if I did, it would only make things worse. Rage was the head of Montez Enterprises, our family’s bitter rival. If my father found out I was carrying his child, the fallout would be catastrophic. "Kylie," my father’s voice softened slightly, a dangerous edge creeping in. "You will tell me who he is, or I’ll make sure this problem is dealt with another way."

She knew he was also a businessman like their Boss. What she didn't know was that he wasn't the normal Businessman but he was the second richest and first hottest CEO of the world. He was hot and everybody could see it but the fact that this boy was leading after Walton's was actually a crazy fact to believe. It was clear from seeing the look in the maid's eye that she didn't want to give the tea in his hands simply because she didn't find him trustworthy and it was obvious. He doesn't look like a guy who sells trust rather he looks like one who breaks bones and with his thick muscles and cold aura around him makes it real ten times.