The Billionaire Heiress Novelas e Histórias

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

How dare this woman judge her? Nicky puffed air out of her nostrils as she struggled with her heavy coat. “Believe it or not, everyone knows a lot about you, Fiona. That’s what happens when you’re a billionaire heiress, and your life is written up in magazines and on social media. Don’t drag him into that world. He doesn’t belong there, and you know it.” Pulling on her knit hat, she sighed, as if trying to extinguish the heated conversation. “Thanks again for breakfast. It

Luca's small hand found hers and gripped it. Outside the window, Manhattan glittered. A city full of power, full of money, full of the infrastructure that ran the world. And somewhere in that city, Aria's empire was waiting. The Moretti holdings that had been stolen from her, that she would reclaim. The legitimate businesses and the criminal networks. The money and the influence and the respect that came from being the last surviving Moretti. She would claim it all. And she would do it as Dante's equal, not his subordinate. As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.

But she had no reason to, I was a nobody, someone who Niklaus wouldn't spare as much as a look. He was a billionaire. A handsome, hot, absolutely gorgeous man who dated exquisite women. Women who showed a little too much cleavage, women who were beauty queens, daughters of filthy rich politicians and women who owned empires like Isadora Montgomery, I suspect. How I knew all this?

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

“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

I leaned further into her, almost as though I wanted to fuse our bodies. "God, I missed you." She whined softly, detangling my messy hair with her fingers. "I missed you too." I answered, breathing out in content. I let her go after a while, taking a step back to soak in the allure of her striking beauty. Iris was that girl. The gorgeous, sassy and outspoken billionaire heiress—her parents were rich business tycoons. With her rich status, brains and beauty, most girls at Nocturne Ville College struggled to get attention from her, but Iris only ever lets her guard down with me.

I couldn’t help but look around my surroundings: the marble floors and expensive paintings on every wall, the high ceiling, and a big chandelier at the center of the hall. It was like a house from a Hollywood movie,I had known she was well-to-do from the moment I pulled her out of a sleek Porsche but this mansion confirmed that “well-to-do” was an understatement. And now that she would be taking over White Nova Robotics as CEO soon, it felt so unreal I was speaking with such a powerful personality. White Nova had always been the company I wanted to work in before I built mine, this was all too much to take in. I was tempted to pinch myself to see if I wasn't dreaming but that would only make

she said, a faint, distant smile touching her lips as she recalled those difficult times. "I was preparing myself for the worst when I received a phone call from a stranger named Graham. He introduced himself as the butler of a late man named Harold Khan. According to Graham, Harold Khan was a billionaire who had died and, strangely, left everything to me. I didn't want to believe it at first, but Graham paid off my Nana's bills and even paid for a hotel for me to stay in."

Since she hasn’t assumed her position yet as the CEO of her company, standing in front of crowds and answering different questions wasn’t her thing yet. Before they both realized they have been aired and “LITTLETON TECHNOLOGY.” Being a popular tech company and Carl being the only heir to it who has been every lady’s dream and has refused to get married since Anita his ex-girlfriend scammed him years ago is now getting hooked again to an unknown lady and now Bianca has been asked a question she doesn’t even have an answer to. “I love Carl, and getting hooked on him wasn’t about his money. I’m a made businesswoman, and coveting another man’s riches is the least that could be on my mind. Anita