Novel & Cerita Secret Billionaire Heiress

If it wasn't Ethan Hartwell, CEO of Hartwell Empire Group and the most untouchable man in New York, then who else could it possibly be? Every socialite within a fifty-foot radius forgot how to breathe. The name Ethan Hartwell carried weight that money alone couldn't buy. Power. Prestige. A dynasty built on steel and silence. And there wasn't a woman in that crowd who didn't secretly wonder what it would take to stand beside him. None of them ever got close enough to find out. Flanked by a wall of black-suited security, Ethan walked through the parting crowd without a single sideways glance, as though the adoration of hundreds barely registered as background noise.

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

She had stood on that stage and revealed herself as Hazel Saint Claire, CEO of E&H Investments, and I had stood there like a fool, my mouth hanging open, unable to process what I was seeing. Hazel Saint Claire. Not Hazel Rossi. Not some woman trying to build a small restaurant. Hazel Saint Claire. Billionaire heiress. CEO of a global company. Granddaughter of Margaret Sinclair. And she hadn't told me. All those months together. All those nights when I had asked her what was wrong and she had lied to my face. All those moments when she could have trusted me, could have told me the truth, and instead she had kept it locked away like I was someone she couldn't rely on.

“Not bad, actually. Turns out, being best friends with a billionaire heiress comes with perks — You get the VIP treatment Private room, personal nurse, food that doesn’t taste like cardboard… I could get used to it.” She gasps in mock offense. “Excuse me? You could get used to it? I’m the billionaire heiress here. You just freeload off my status!” “Uh-huh,” I tease, bumping her shoulder. “Says the woman who used my N*****x account for three years.” “It was one time!” she protests immediately. “Three years, Lilly.” She rolls her eyes. “Details, details.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You know, you’ve got this icy heiress image to maintain. If people ever heard you whining about expired snacks or

she said proudly, running her fingers over the intricate stitching and carefully preserved fabric as she showed it off. “Is that so? “There are only two pieces in the world, CEO Herman's wife has one, and the other is this one.” I was completely taken aback by her stunning beauty, and as I continued to gaze at her, I couldn't help but notice that she was also looking back at me. At that moment, she asked, "You don't like it?” “That’s not it. Well…. It looks fine.” "Then let's go," she said with a smile, reaching out to hold my hand as we strolled together towards the car, which was parked just a few steps away.

She was also told that her mother had a martial arts organization that had been taught for years how to always protect her. At first, she wondered why they weren’t there to protect her when she got up in the fire but she was told that her mother didn’t want to alarm her or the Clarks thus they were to start their work when she fell out with them and took over the legacy. In one night, she had transformed from a millionaire to a trillionaire. She didn’t feel anything special about that other than found it tiresome and troublesome but she couldn’t complain. “Yes, we can leave” she answered after seeing the secretary and the lawyer and entered their car.

"My sister was twenty-three when Richard Blackstone had her committed. Beautiful, brilliant, with her whole life ahead of her. They took everything from her. Her mind. Her dignity. Her future. And when she finally died, no one cared. No one even investigated." "So you built an empire doing the same thing to other women? You became exactly what you hated?" "I became what was necessary." Victoria's expression hardened again. "And I was good at it. Three billion dollars annually. Fourteen countries. Thousands of disappeared women who the world forgot about because they were inconvenient." "You're a monster." "I'm a survivor. There's a difference." Victoria's hand moved to her pocket. "But this

His hands were all over my butt, caressing and squeezing. "I know how much you hate Hailey. We can have her easily cornered and rendered helpless. Just say yes." At the mention of Hailey and his promise to help me deal with her, my ears perked and my interest piqued, especially when the flashback of how today had gone at the mall filled my mind. That bitch! "Do you know she's a heiress? Her family owns the Codza company." My voice was now coarse. Heavy with lust. "How do you think I was able to help Christian carry out the plan to get her inheritance from her six years before?" His tongue evoked a shuddering sigh from me as it slithered around my left ear.

I wish he was here to see how far I have gone, I wish he could see that I fulfilled his dying wish. But Mason was right, I make a very good Heiress, and my father will always remain a proud dad because today marks a year since I became CEO of white nova robotics. Nova was my second name, and my dad had made sure to name his achievement after him like he knew one day it would be mine. I looked down at my hands, the diamond ring on my finger sparkled under the light of the stars and moon. It felt heavy because it cost a fortune and Mason had given it to me.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"