The Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

She had stood on that stage and revealed herself as Hazel Saint Claire, CEO of E&H Investments, and I had stood there like a fool, my mouth hanging open, unable to process what I was seeing. Hazel Saint Claire. Not Hazel Rossi. Not some woman trying to build a small restaurant. Hazel Saint Claire. Billionaire heiress. CEO of a global company. Granddaughter of Margaret Sinclair. And she hadn't told me. All those months together. All those nights when I had asked her what was wrong and she had lied to my face. All those moments when she could have trusted me, could have told me the truth, and instead she had kept it locked away like I was someone she couldn't rely on.

That I hadn’t sacrificed everything for a man who only used me and was never going to marry me? Yes yes, I was. But was I the poor girl who could barely afford anything for herself? Was I the puppet that the media painted me out to be all because I had been hiding under Lucas’ shadow and never really revealed myself? Hell no. They didn't know who I was. They didn’t know just how much money and power I had. No one did. I was the only daughter of the most powerful man in America. A billionaire whose empire extended worldwide. The only heiress of the Salvatore family. A man who owns chains of businesses in Italy, America and several other countries.

All the more because of our shenanigans. “Well, come on. Tell us.” Aiden urged. “Where and when did you meet? Who is she?” “That’s the important question.” Miles commented. “I mean, just one look at her, you could tell she’s loaded.” She’s more than loaded. The woman’s a billionaire and a mafia boss at that. I said in my mind.

Deciding not to dwell too much on it, I powered on the tablet and clicked on the camera set up in the wedding boutique. "I thought you wanted to see what I planned," I said to Eliza, who was up and out of her seat like a flash of lightning. The video showed Fiona walking in with her best friend—Mia or Reya? I couldn't remember. They were greeted by the shop owner, Malea Louise, the rich and influential wife of a French businessman. After exchanging pleasantries, they moved to the shoe section, which I couldn't be bothered about. However, when they got to the jewelry section, my smirk grew. This is the moment. Knowing Fiona, she picked up the most radiant pieces of jewelry, enough to cost a m

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

BILLIONAIRE SPOTTED GETTING COZY WITH SOCIALITE VIVIENNE LAURENT WEEKS AFTER MIRACULOUS RETURN. Alessia stared at the image, something cold settling low in her stomach. "Who is she?" Her voice came out flatter than she intended. "Vivienne Laurent. Luxury real estate heiress, socialite, moves in the same circles as half the billionaires in this city." Sienna's voice was careful, watching Alessia's face closely. "They've apparently been photographed together before, years ago, back before you two married. Old rumors, nothing that ever went anywhere as far as I can tell."

I told her. "Girlfriend?" She asked. "I think so. There's this girl who always comes into his office, unannounced. She's really beautiful, sophisticated, and looks like she was raised in a well-off family. It would be like holding a candle against a sun." I said to her. "Uhm. I think you might be forgetting that you are one of the heiresses of the biggest finance and accounting empire in the country. So, I think you can go up against her." She replied to me, but I just shrugged at her and pretend that I fell asleep.

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

I politely asked her and she looked like she was losing her patience. “Who else is my boyfriend? It’s your CEO! Don’t you know me?!” She raised her tone, capturing some of our people’s attention. “I would like to ask you to tone down your voice, ma’am, he’s still in the meeting and that is why I’m asking what your name is because I'm not familiar with you,” I told her. She couldn’t believe what I just said before removing her shades, my eyes widened after realizing who she was. “I’m Hayleigh Baltazar, the famous actress, and the youngest female billionaire,” She rolled her eyes.

To be honest, I don't even know why I'm this drawn to her, I just have this gut that she's a nice person and somehow, it felt like I knew her from somewhere. With Bernard and Asher taking the front seat, and Charlotte and I taking the back seat, we all got busy with talks. Ben and Asher won't stop talking about work while Charlotte and I talked about our personal life. Our childhood experience— just the happy memories though. I couldn't talk about my bad experience. It was just like opening a closed wound. I got to know that she's the heiress of the Flair's family. They're also one of the powerful and prominent billionaires here in America. She's her parent's only daughter and also a doctor