The Billionaire Heir Novels & Stories

her mom said, Tife is a successful and arrogant CEO that doesn't like to move closer to commoners, he likes his space and is well organized, but there is something vital missing in his life that his mom was putting pressure on him to fix it up before the year runs out, and Tife doesn't know how to fill up the gap with the quality and choice of his mom, Tife has a childhood friend named Bolade that always be with him day and night, but Tife was afraid of bully and Insults, he has no courage to talk to his childhood friend he only explains the quality his mom want In her future daughter in law, and Bolade was far away from the quality Tife's mom require from her daughter in law, “Bolade was he

Even better. I wanted her to be mine. Because if I had her, I’d finally beat Zachary at something. Zachary Maxwell. The billionaire heir to a multimillion-dollar company. He’d always had it easy since high school. Brilliant, athletic, good-looking, and born rich. He had everything. Every girl wanted him. Every guy wanted to be him. Even I wanted to be his friend once. Back then, I was the lanky, goofy nerd who was only good at academics. But I couldn’t even beat him there. He always topped the class while I came in second.

“Joining us tonight is Dominic Steele—former tech billionaire, current comeback story, and apparently a new father. Care to comment on the photo, Mr. Steele?” Dominic didn’t blink. “I’d be happy to,” he said. “Yes, that’s my son. His name is Liam. He’s five years old, and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” The anchor was momentarily thrown. “You’re confirming it?” “I’m owning it,” Dominic replied. “What I won’t tolerate is anyone—press, competitor, or former associate—dragging an innocent child into corporate warfare.” “Are you referring to Benedict Maddox?”

“Could you please hold on? I'll be heading to the hospital now. You could continue with the treatment and I'll bring the payment—” "We've given enough grace, Miss Hart,” the doctor cut in. "No deposit, no treatment.” Before I could say another word, the line beeped dead. Mr. McConaughey who had overheard every single word, scoffed. I turned to see him smirking. “What's the problem?" I asked. "You can’t pay for your son’s schooling, yet you still want to keep that old woman alive?” Je shook his head. “She's already at her end, Miss Hart. I'd advise you let her die and focus on what's more important—your child.”

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

She swallowed her pride, secured the billionaire mom, and basically set herself up for life. I ignored the comments. Walking behind Ann, I was busy calculating just how expensive my takeout orders could get once I officially became the heir to a billionaire empire.

I tried to recall him flaunting wealth. Nothing came to mind. "Then this could be more than just a conspiracy death theory. It might be rivals. Competitors." "That’s not all." The investigator continued. "He’s the only heir to their vast empire." Red. Billionaire. Empire. The words didn’t connect. Blood rushed to my head, giving me a headache. Nothing made sense. Red didn’t carry an air of wealth. He worked as an underdog. Even had his own small company. His parents had hidden him from the public.

“I knew who you were and I deliberately left you out of the plan. Every version. Every revision. Your name was not in it.” I waited. “Because you were a victim of this family’s choices the same as I was,” he said. “Elena’s granddaughter, raised without knowing where she came from, because a Blackwood man decided his empire was worth more than the woman he loved.” He looked at me. “I know what that costs. I wasn’t willing to add to it.” “But my name ended up in the contract,” I said. “The completion bonus clause.”

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

He is trying to show off. "Ma'am. What do you think? How will Trend run during this situation?" These journalists know how to worsen a situation. "Ira has her heir. She prepared her papers when she was planning to expand her business." Arif says and we turn to him. "Who is the heir of this Billion Empire?" Whispering all over. By this time, the crowd is quite dense. "She has no one. Who can be her heir?" Riad is again opening his bullshit mouth. But I think it's Iqra as she is only related to my Iru.