The Billionaire Heir Novels & Stories

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

He was striking sharp, with his confident features, and expensively casual clothes that somehow looked effortless. He had the easy presence of someone used to being looked at, I knew him instantly, I hadvseen various times on the front pages of the society pages and financial reports. He was Ralph Othon. The prodigal heir, the billionaire who’d recently re-emerged onto the European stage with a splash of philanthropy and shrewd investments. His family's legacy was older and than even mine, a name spoken with a mixture of awe and caution. "Mr Othon." I straightened, my Alpha mask sliding into place instinctively. "I didn't expect to see you here."

My father-in-law kept saying he wanted to cook something special for his granddaughter, so I took him to the upscale gourmet supermarket my wife had just bought. He'd barely picked up a package of imported prime beef to read the label when a man in workout clothes snatched it out of his hands. He slapped at the packaging in disgust and pointed at my father-in-law. "Your hands are filthy, old man. You think you get to put them on meat that costs a thousand dollars? "If you can't afford it, don't touch it. Could you even pay for it if you ruined it? "You smell like you walked in off a farm. It's disgusting." I stepped in front of him. "He was reading the label. Why are you talking to hi

I gritted. My father’s house, the Castellanos mansion, was one of the few places where I didn’t have to pretend, where I was just a man, a son. I wasn’t Adonis Vitale here, but Xander Castellanos, the eldest heir to the Castellanos Industries. Not a Mafioso, but a billionaire fifty-fifty owner of a multinational business. “Oh, that’s bad.” Dad scrunched his face to show his cringing discomfort. “He missed out on that bit of information.”

A Short Story Before Continuation A Quickie With An Assasin Billionaire Blurb=> Trained from birth to be a lethal assassin, The youngest billionaire in the city, Jared living a double life as a charming zillionaire business mogul and genetically an underworld heir to the most feared (assasin) family is dispatched on his inaugural mission by his father to eliminate Olivia, the heiress of a powerful empire. But when a miscalculated risk embedded in a twist of fate brings them together, their initial confrontation, a quick sexual intercourse ignites an unexpected spark.

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 billionaires heirs Ashley... They look from me to Adrian with wide eyes. "So Daddy is finished saving the world?" Ashton asked and I nodded. I saw the confused look on Adrian's face but shrugged. "We have a daddy now?" Isabella asks as she looks at Adrian, who smiles at her. "Yes, baby, daddy is back, and that daddy is Adrian." Ashton smiles and lunges into Adrian's arms, wrapping his arms around his neck. Adrian wraps his arms around his body and stands up, smiling.

Hazel replied as he used his palm to wipe off invisible sweats from his face. "He is not just a kid. He is the heir to the De Valle empire, and being a sissy and Mama's boy won't help him," Lady Shark retorted, her tone filled with disgust. "He has to toughen up because life is touching and not for the weak". Hazel sighed wearily. "He will get used to our kind of life. He just needs time." Hazel replied in exasperation. "I will ask you not to overindulge him, or he might grow up to become something else."

Messy one. "You're not allowed to talk about me," I said, stepping out now. Despite my voice vibrating, I stood taller. "This is no longer.”. Aria was muted by his softness and he stated "You never learn from your mistakes.". You keep running. But you leave behind parts of yourself. Are you convinced that this billionaire will love you after discovering your actions? Who you are?”. Damian growled. "What's the point?". Dylan laughed. “Ask her.”.

"You speak of rights, Mr. Dawson. Let's speak of mine. My right to choose a life free from the spotlight, free from the suffocating expectations of wealth. My right to raise my son in peace, away from the kind of world your family inhabits. You are a well-known billionaire. My previous life, the one I ran from, was one of immense wealth and public scrutiny. I chose to escape that. And your presence, your entire world, threatens to drag me and my son back into it." Ethan stared, a new understanding dawning on his face. "Your family... the heiress you abandoned. That's why you ran?" "It's why I've always run," Katya corrected softly. "And your actions, your search, your very presence here, pro