Roommate Flaunts Wealth And Encounters The True Heir Novels & Stories

The hallway smelled faintly of coffee and citrus, the scent I always associated with him. I was already practicing the words in my head. “Theo, I got the money. We don’t owe her anything anymore.” And then, if I was brave enough, “I have something else to tell you, too. The truth about who I am.” I turned the knob. The first sound I heard was laughter. An awfully familiar sound. Hers. Heather. My steps faltered, heart hammering. The door creaked softly as I pushed it open. And then I saw them.

" Dad finished speaking, One could see the seriousness in his voice. Leaving the crowd in a mess. All kinds of gasps and nervous breathing could be clearly heard because It was the Walton who were throwing open threats to the world. They must be shocked but I was afraid and half paralyzed then them. Finally! It's over but the part of me said now the real find and kill was going to start. "It's my honour and greditute to announce that some of you have genuinely helped us in our crucial time and so Walton's door will be always open for you." Mom gave her promise and everyone cheered for her. "We both just wanted to share the Good news that the sole heir and Princess of Walton is back home." Da

The notary's finger hovered above the keyboard for a moment. "Mrs. Fuzio." He adjusted his glasses, not daring to look straight at me. "The heir next in line needs to be present to confirm his intentions." I was confused. Christian Fuzio was an only child. His parents passed away ten years ago. We were married for 20 years with no children. "What did you say?" Before the notary could reply, the doors opened. When the boy walked in, I didn't even react. That was, until I saw his face.

"I just secured our first international client for the new tech software! And they're paying in Bitcoin!" ​Natawa ang mag-asawa. "Mukhang hindi natin kailangang mag-alala sa pera," biro ni Aria. ​Habang lumulubog ang araw, nagtipon ang tatlo sa balkonahe ng kanilang bagong opisina. Wala na ang takot, wala na ang mga lihim. Ang "Secret Heir" ay hindi na kailangang magtago, at ang "Billionaire" ay natagpuan na ang kanyang tunay na kayamanan.

Daniela stood in the grand lobby of a four-star hotel, the air thick with the scent of wealth and exclusivity. Marble floors gleamed beneath Crystal chandeliers, reflecting a world she had once dreamed of but had long since left behind . Her fingers trembled as she clung a folder with the DNA test results that showed proof of the truth she had kept hidden all these years . She wasn't here to admire the opulence, nor was she the same woman who had once been captivated, then cast aside by a billionaire.

No father listed. "They’re mine," he whispered to the glass, his breath fogging the view of the city. "I don't care who 'Marcus' is. I’ll burn his world to the ground if he’s touching what belongs to me." --- Elara’s hands were shaking so hard she could barely turn the key in her apartment lock. The building was old, a pre-war walk-up in a corner of Brooklyn, but it was home. "Mommy!" The moment she stepped inside, two small streaks of lightning collided with her knees.

Shannon watched as he walked out of the room, leaving her all alone. She could hear music from the background and then she needed no one to tell her that the party had begun. She grabbed her bag and then rubbed lipgloss on her lips again before leaving the room. *** When Shannon stepped out of her room, the entire house was already decorated, and different color of light was emitting from the room. Everything in the room speaks elegance and screams money and VIPs. From where she stood, she gawked her eyes at the environment, people were already trooping in and she could tell that they were top billionaires.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

"When did I ever say I'd pay your debts? You were the one who got greedy, chasing a quick buck. Why should I take the fall for your screw-up?" "You didn't say it? You were the one giving me your word, patting yourself on the chest. You were the one playing the good guy to win me over. And now you're backing out?" "Playing the good guy? You were just trying to get close to me because you thought I was the real heir. The second you found out I wasn't, you ran faster than anyone. Who are you to talk down to me? I don't have money—figure it out yourself."

Fifty-three missed calls. Two hundred fourteen texts. I stare at the screen on Jared’s phone while mine sits at the bottom of some dirty puddle. “Billionaire Heir Exposes Gold Digger” My stomach drops. I flip the phone face-down, my head throbbing. The silver dress I wore last night is crumpled on the floor. I still don’t remember how I even got here. “You’re awake,” Jared says from the doorway. He looks wrecked, twenty-eight, my best friend since we were kids, and clearly hasn’t slept a wink. Dark circles sit heavy under his eyes.