Secret Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

My thoughts reminded me of the point that led us here. I'd been watching my favorite boy band at my apartment when my grandfather suddenly appeared and told me to join him for a morning ride. I'd put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of pants, and joined him in his affairs, only to discover that he tricked me to go with him to a conference hall that was stacked with a hundred media-related personnel. I didn't take it seriously because my grandfather was always meaning to take me everywhere with him. But unexpectedly, he made an announcement that shook the world's structure in business, and threw me off my feet. He announced I, Bianca Maria Rossi as his heir and gave me everything he owned, publi

The woman he considered as a daughter. “He won’t be losing out on anything, Isaac if he doesn’t carry the Bodega name. Nor will I.” “That leaves me in a bind then, Kenna. Since you are the heiress to all of this!” His arms make a sweeping motion to indicate everything. “I realize that but I still have the trust fund money unless you decide to cut that off, it’s worth a billion dollars and I have the money that Xander was giving me. You see, Isaac, Mother - I am a secret billionairess in my own right now.”

"Make way! Make way!" The men in black raised their voices and the ladies immediately parted into two. I looked down and covered my face as we passed through them while the famous billionaire was on my left side and the one man in black was on my right side. I heard gossips and murmurs asking who I am. But I am too shy and embarrassed to show my face to them. Maybe if they found out that it's me, they'll beat me to death. I heaved a sigh when finally we got inside the mansion. I heard the billionaire chuckled so I immediately bowed at him as a sign of respect and appreciation.

He declared in a deep voice and Cara lowered her head, wiping a lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “You’ve only one choice. Submit to me!” As he spoke, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the deep resonance of his voice. Cara lifted her gaze to him, and her gloomy hazel eyes met with intriguing grey eyes. *** Where would this forbidden relationship take them? What led the heiress of the most powerful business empire to live under the identity of a deceased girl? Will the hidden heiress ever regain her rightful identity? Who will be Cara’s savior?

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

She should have known that someone like him thought he could do whatever he wanted to anybody he wanted. She plopped down in the wood chair behind the old rickety desk that had drink rings all over it. She opened the portfolio book that was full of newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and pictures of Scott Jenkins, a.k.a. Scott Kelly. She had learned his real identity last year by accident. Kat had been taking a business class at the local community college to learn how to expand her jewelry business on Etsy. The class required Kat to turn in a report on a self-made entrepreneur. It counted for forty percent of her final grade. She had gone online to do research. After floundering through

He knew the dangers of letting her family know who she was going to be and where. They were going to announce that they were married at a later time when they were a little more settled in their own lives. It would just be easier without the tabloids and the scandal pages of the newspaper reporting on their every move when they just began. He knew how the system worked, and he was willing to help navigate that, so she wasn't affected. This was completely different for her. This would be completely different for any normal person who was stepping up into this position that would be the one next to him. Being the wife of a billionaire was going to be overwhelming, but at the same time, it woul

She kissed her son goodbye and quickly rushed off, her boss is someone very strict and she wouldn't want to get into trouble with him. ******************************************* "I want to give my mummy a present on my birthday, I want it to be a surprise for her when she gets back" Stella raised her brow at Melvin, "really? What do you want to give her?" "This" Melvin replied and whipped out a flyer Stella frowned at the flyer and frowned, "Is that not Hazel De Valle and his fiancee?" "My mum is a fan of Ms. Joelle Viscount, she makes sure to listen to all of her music and always buy any newspaper that has Hazel De Valle or Joelle Viscount"

The truth she'd been trying to hide behind politeness and gratitude. "Men like me," I repeated slowly. "Rich. Powerful. Important." She wrapped her arms around herself like she was trying to hold herself together. "You have your whole life planned out. Your mother, your business, your future wife who'll look perfect on your arm at charity galas..." "My future wife?" I couldn't keep the incredulity out of my voice. "Someone from your world. Someone who fits." Her voice cracked on the last word. "Someone who isn't a maid with a three-year-old son and a high school diploma."

"I know. I know, and I'm sorry. But Crystal, listen, this changes everything. You don't need Amir's money. You have your own. You're rich, probably richer than the Al-Fayads. You don't have to stay in that contract." Crystal sank back down onto the blanket, her legs suddenly unable to hold her. "I'm rich." "Yes." Crystal started laughing. It started as a giggle, then grew into something bigger, wilder, edged with hysteria. Ahmad knelt beside her, concerned. "Crystal?" "It's just….it's so absurd. All of this. The contract, the baby, you and me. And underneath it all, I'm secretly a billionaire heiress." She laughed harder, tears streaming down her face. "It's like a bad soap opera."