The Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

Me and Lady Selene definitely have a lot of things to say after dinner. "Hi Bree, I'm Alexander Pierce," I said. "Nice to meet you Alexander, I'm Bree Thatcher. The only daughter of the royalty." She was full of herself and pompous and rude, I didn't like it. "Nice to meet you Bree, I'm a billionaire if you have no idea. The youngest number 1 billionaire in New York," two can play the game. She is living off her parent's money, I am living on my own money.

I shook my head that's not possible, for her to be fucking a man of his status means she must have done her research on him. “ The Meghan I know is cruel and malicious and her heart is like the angry sea of Poseidon” “ Gosh,” I remember vividly how she always wants to befriend every dude that comes from a wealthy background. She is a gold digger that pursues and forms a relationship with any affluent person while her sole aim is your money. Even if it means gracing your bed. She is a greedy slut. I couldn't wrap my head around what was going on. I just stood motionless staring at them till they got into the car and drove off.

But the mysterious and attractive charm from the man in the black nightgown made Vivian unable to resist but had to look back. Her first impression of Dominic was that the man was so beautiful. He was as handsome as a knight or some god out of a myth, with a tall body, broad shoulders, long arms, and an angular face full of masculinity. His gaze was sober and calm, he casually passed others but made them pay attention to him. Vivian watched him until the figure of the man disappeared behind a turn in the hospital corridor. It was not until later that she learned that he was Dominic Arnold, the richest famous billionaire, wielding fearsome power and also a notorious arms dealer. She was lucky

Chapter 05 A STRANGER. Brianna's POV. Heaving a sigh, I settled on the couch, and rubbed my hands over my pant legs for a moment before burying my face in my palms. Ten million dollars was more than enough to put me out of my misery and give me the kind of life that I've always wanted. Not just for myself, but for Jason too.

I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head with a smile. When we arrived at The Regency, the Grand Ballroom was already filled with elegantly dressed guests. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and champagne flowed freely. A string quartet played softly in the corner while waiters circulated with hors d'oeuvres. The moment I walked in, heads turned. I could feel eyes on me, hear the whispers. Emily Kings. The billionaire heiress, the woman who inherited and manages a multi-billion-dollar empire. "Ms. Kings!" Robert Chen, the CEO of Stellar Technologies, rushed over with his hand extended. "Thank you so much for coming. You honor us with your presence."

But whose? I opened my eyes quickly and saw three people sitting beside me. I jumped up in panic, grabbing the duvet to cover myself. “Who are you all, and what am I doing here?” I asked, voice trembling in shock. As I scanned their faces, one of them stood out. Sitting beside me, holding my hand, was THE CITY’S DUKE—Mr. Emerald Sullivan. The richest man alive. Before I could say anything more, he smiled gently at me. “Welcome home, my daughter. You are Alexa Sullivan, my long-lost daughter. After fifteen years of searching the earth, we’ve finally found you! You’re the true heiress to the Sullivan Empire and the richest woman the whole world has been searching for.”

‘’This is my sister, Elena, and her boyfriend, Owen. Christian’s gaze never left mine as he nodded at Ariana and stretched his hand forward for me to take. ‘’it is a pleasure to meet you, Elena.’’ Realization dawned on me as I shook his hand, remembering where I had heard his last name. He was Christian Royal, the heir to the wealthiest family in the country, and it was no wonder he seemed familiar when I had met him in the elevator. He gave me a handkerchief with his last name on it.

Chapter 15 The truth—the truth Aspen would never, ever admit—was that she was absolutely consumed with jealous rage. Because despite everything, despite five years in prison, despite being treated like a servant in her own family's home, despite having literally nothing, Ravyn had still managed to capture the attention of Rhys Larsen. Rhys Larsen, who was worth billions. Who was powerful enough to destroy entire families with a phone call. Who was mysterious and dangerous and exactly the kind of man who could give Ravyn everything she needed to escape the Hawkins family's control.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

the other replied. I didn't need to ask who they were talking about. *Vanessa Whitmore.* For five years, that name had been a recurring bruise in my life. I had seen it emblazoned across glossy luxury magazines, splashed across European society blogs, and constantly linked next to Aaron’s name in the sports columns. She was a billionaire heiress, a major global philanthropist, and the undisputed diamond of the Chicago high-society circuit. To the Blizzard front office, she was royalty their single largest individual donor and a massive media magnet.