The Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

Lydia had done her research the night before. Thoroughly. Old money going back three generations. Society pages as far back as she could scroll, Victoria Smith photographed at galas and charity boards and ribbon cuttings, always standing at the centre of rooms that mattered. Beautiful in the way that women with generational wealth are beautiful. Connected to every circle Lydia had spent years trying to crack open. The kind of woman whose presence at an event confirmed the event was worth attending in the first place.

" Dalton's brows knitted together in disdain. "What's wrong with people at your company? I'm here to evaluate a business deal, not find myself a bed companion." Smirking, I spat out the cherry pit into the trash can before answering, "Now, now, the woman's got ambition. She's hoping to become Mrs. Billionaire Investor, of course. Her goal is to sleep her way into a marriage with you and to get half of your fortune. "So, Mr. Billionaire Investor, why don't you play along with me and put on a show for her?"

She was late. This isn't surprising; she's pissed with me presently. She arrived, and immediately the atmosphere changed as she carried with her the presence of a queen. And with her, I suspected, would come Daniel. Daniel-freaking-Williams, the youngest billionaire on the Forbes list with so many assets undisclosed, smug, self-made, and practically glued to her like a leather jacket she refused to take off.

he said inwardly, looking more confused at her funny act. “Lila, are you serious? You live in New York City, yet you don't know who Miss Mishell is? The most powerful billionaire heiress who controls the economy of this city?” He paused and heaved a sigh of relief before he continued, “So why do you think the crazy Cynthia was cold and speechless when she heard that Mishell was the one who bought the cloth she ordered? That's because everyone fears her! She is the strength of this company through her partnership!” Lila maintained silence while she listened to Derrick spill out all she wished to hear.

I shrugged. “He’s a nobody.” Jade’s mouth dropped open. “A nobody?” “He’s a journalist.” “So?” “So I’m Hilary Morel Banks.” She laughed. “Exactly my point.” “What point?” “Imagine the headlines.” I raised an eyebrow. Jade grinned. “Billionaire heiress and CEO of multiple conglomerates falls for mysterious journalist.” I snorted. “Please.” “Tell me that wouldn’t break the internet.” “It would break the internet because everyone would wonder what the hell I was doing.”

“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

"What the fuck? Who's that? Isn't that Philip Knox from Knox Group?" "Oh my God, it really is him! The richest billionaire in the country! I've seen him on the news before!" "Wait, did the lady boss just call him 'Dad'?" "The case is solved! She's not some kept mistress with a money-laundering hobby! She's an heiress! A real heiress worth billions of dollars!" "What kind of a plot twist is this? The billionaire dad is here to back his daughter up!" Alice's face turned as pale as a sheet at once.

"She used her old biometric access code to bypass the private executive elevator and she physically pushed past us when the doors opened!" I recognized the furious blonde woman immediately because her face was plastered across every single high-society magazine in the city. Vanessa Croft. She was a billionaire heiress, a ruthless socialite, and the exact woman every single person in New York City assumed Damien Sterling was going to formally marry by the end of the year to merge their massive corporate empires.

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.