The Billionaire Heir Novels & Stories

"Wesley didn't try to talk me out of it, he didn't like kids and he never liked the bastard, only Liam tried but my mind was made up. They helped secure that part of my life as I gave the baby up for adoption the moment she was born. Easy right?" I frowned. "Laurel that's cruel." "It isn't, when you're doing the right thing. You see they're many billionaire Playboys in this world Katy, majority of them inherited their family businesses. You know it's hard to see a self-made billionaire these days, people will just have to work for years before they can even be worthy of being called a millionaire. So if you encounter a billionaire, just know it's not an easy something. It takes a life goal t

“We’re the Cross family, Mya. Billionaires. Our father built an empire, and we’ve carried it forward. Everything he left—the businesses, the properties, the legacy—it belongs to us. To all of us.” Her breath caught. Alexander’s gaze locked on hers, steady and unflinching. “Including you. You are one of us. Which means you are a Cross heiress. A billionaire in your own right.” The café seemed to tilt around her. The hum of conversation faded. The hiss of milk steaming, the scrape of chairs—all of it blurred.

“They are too rich to be here.” A lot of whispers now engulfed the whole place when they finally came in. I didn't even expect them to visit my mom since mom was just their helper when she was alive. Yes, I knew them because mama once worked with them and she even took me to their mansion. Indeed, they are too high to reach, thus it is shocking to see them in this squatter area. However, maybe they only just want to empathize with my situation because they were all wearing white as they were walking in my direction, while those bodyguards were just left outside.

She gently shut back the door and focused on me, so I began. "Being a billionaire is not always full of roses, you will have a lot of people who want your life, a lot of enemies. As you know, Dad is a strict and strong-headed man, he has a lot of people who want him dead and since he is smart, they are unable to get him, so they target me because whether Dad wants it or not, I am his heir and nothing could change that." I glanced at her again, and she smiled softly, a smile that got my hand moving to her lips, I turned to her fully and massaged her lips. They were soft and I love them.

“You humiliated me, Stella. Do you even understand what you’ve done? Why?” Before I could explain—or at least try—he hung up. I stared at my phone in disbelief, my heart shattering into a million pieces. The weight of my actions pressed down on me like a crushing wave. I scrolled through my notifications, and my blood ran cold. My face was plastered all over the news. The headlines were cruel, each one more damning than the last: “Heiress Caught in Scandal: One-Night Stand on Her Wedding Day!” The comments were even worse.

I held Shaira’s hand. I don’t know, but the Shaira in front of me is so different now. She’s been through so much at Jerome’s hands. She exhausted herself for a love where she was the only one fighting. “Justine is the only heir? Isn’t Dustine also an heir?” Shaira and I exchanged glances. I gave a bitter smile. “You’ve always been so nosy. I never said Justine was the only heir; I said Justine is one of them.” I even tickled Manager Kim’s neck as she sat next to me on the sofa.

I'm still crazy about the sensation we both share. We made it a few more rounds before Adahlia fell. She put her arm around me as I hugged her. We are feeling each other's warm and naked body. – "Oh my gosh! Sebastian, why didn't you get married first!? What did I say to you child!? I cannot believe this, my banana bear! #Shocked!" "Damn it, you're an heir, and you're really young. Wake up and we'll figure it out." I woke up to shouting and talking. Damn, the TV is on early in the morning!? I'm the only person here!

Kylie The grand estate loomed ahead, a reminder of a world I’d stepped away from years ago. As the car pulled up the sweeping drive, I took in the scene before me. The Montez estate was more than just impressive; it was intimidating in its grandeur, with its high columns, sweeping balconies, and vast gardens that stretched out in every direction. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of my surroundings, as though I were walking into a space where secrets had been kept for generations.

Then there was “Alexander Hayes. Calm, kind, protective. He didn't exude power the way the others did, but his presence was magnetic. People instinctively trusted him. He offered warmth in a world filled with coldness. He was the only one among them who seemed genuinely different — someone who could make even a stranger feel safe. And finally… Dominic Kingsley. The air shifted when he entered the room. Cold, sharp, and untouchable, he commanded attention without saying a word. Every student instinctively moved aside, lowering their gaze, as if some unspoken rule required it. Dominic was feared, respected, and envied — all at once. The heir to one of the richest, most powerful empires in the

His friends were mainly colleagues or business acquitance, most of them married with family commitment s. He had the habit of taking Sharon to any private gathering he was invited to. They were not romantically involved but we're very good friends as well as close colleague. David had told her that he was an afterthought to his parents who had been in their Kate forties when they had him. He was an only child, well loved and indulged perhaps being raised by his old parents made him more serious with his business and tied to duty and work. They had died when he was still a young man leaving him as the heir to the family merchant bank and an enormous fortune.