The Billionaire Heir Novels & Stories

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

None of the pictures had her face. "Should I post this online? " He said and I stopped to look at him. Was he challenging me? "Just think about posting " I said, coming closer to his chair where he was sitting. "I will kill your daughter," I said looking straight into his eyes. I knew I wouldn't. I just wanted to check if he knew where she was? There was no change in his facial expressions. He smiled at me and said. "The youngest Billionaire of Titan Industry with his girl" As soon as he finished speaking. I choked my own Saliva. My girl?

"Who was the woman in the video?" "Is she your latest sex toy? Should we expect a different woman with you soon?" Hunter heard that particular question amidst the hundreds of questions that were thrown at him, and he halted in his tracks. His eyebrows arched in a deep frown as he looked at the eager faces in the crowd. There was one thing Hunter Chase never did ever since he became a billionaire, and that was to womanize. It was a complete waste of time and money for him. "A different woman?" He said aloud, still glaring at the crowd.

Alexander shoved the man back with such force he fell to the ground, gasping. "You will all pay for this. She’s not just anyone. That child—my son—is the heir. Do you know what that means? If anything happens to him, I swear—" "My Prince!" a voice interrupted, out of breath and distant. It was not one of the guards but an elderly man in a worn leather clothing one of the hunters from the outskirts of the village. His walking staff thudded hard against the palace floor as he struggled forward. Alexander turned sharply, his face twisted in impatience. "What is it, old man?"

She offered Mia a magazine to keep her entertained and smiled as Mia went to sit on a comfortable couch at the reception. The cover picture of the magazine caught Mia by surprise. Her heart was beating fast when she saw a familiar face with a bold headline:” SHAW CARTER, THE YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE, IS NOW THE CITY MOST WANTED BACHELOR. Mia almost fainted with her discovery.Her boss is her one-night stand. “ Oh no. I can't accept this job. I won't be able to look at his face and work with the way I embarrassed myself that night. Mia concluded and ran out of the place, hearing the voice of the receptionist calling her to come back. She was not looking and hit someone almost falling, but a muscul

“You’d be surprised what people sell when they’re desperate. A nanny, a friend, maybe a disgruntled coworker… take your pick.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “You’re bluffing.” “Am I?” She pulled a small envelope from her coat pocket and held it up. “Photos. The boy. The resemblance is… uncanny.” Maya’s heart stopped. “Don’t you dare,” Ethan hissed. The woman smiled faintly. “I already did. Tomorrow’s front page: The Billionaire’s Hidden Heir. Catchy, right?” Before he could react, she turned to walk away—straight into Maya’s path.

“You know, when I first met you, I thought you were just another rich kid who didn’t know how the real world worked.” “And now?” “Now I know you’re exactly what this city needs,” he said, pulling her closer. “Someone who believes that things can be better—and who’s willing to work to make it happen.” As they stood there watching the sun set, Riley thought about everything she’d lost and everything she’d gained. She’d been framed, disgraced, and cast out—but in the end, it had led her to where she was meant to be. The heir who would build a better future.

By nightfall, the story had already exploded across every platform on the internet. "BREAKING: Ethan Hartwell: #1 on Forbes' Most Eligible Bachelor List for Six Consecutive Years, Has a Secret Four-Year-Old Son." It spread like wildfire. Like oxygen catching a spark.

"Nobody is going to get hurt. We've done our research, we've planned this heist down to the last detail, and we've got this." Cody sighed, partly relieved by Alexa's words, but still feeling uneasy. He knew that robbing a billionaire was no easy feat, especially since they were targeting one of the most powerful and influential people in the city. "But what if we get caught?" he asked, his voice shaking. "We won't," Alexa replied firmly. "We'll be in and out before anyone knows what hit them. And besides, next time you should be patient if you want to rob a billionaire with ease."

“Your father restructured his estate about three years before he passed. Most of it went where everyone expected — the company shares, the properties, all of it came to you. But there was a separate clause. A trust, technically, sitting outside the main estate, funded and dormant, with instructions that only activate under one specific condition.” “What condition.” “The confirmed the existence of a grandchild,” Marcus says. “Your father set it up years ago, Ezra. Before you ever met Nadia, before any of this. Victor was named the administrator. He’s not watching Nadia because someone told him to start. He’s watching her because your father’s instructions never stopped.” I have to put my hand