The Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

“What- how did you see this, John?” Quickly, I abandoned his phone. Taking up mine, seeing that now I had a lot more notifications that before. “The hell?” The words left my lips, my mind blank, eyebrows furrowed as I tapped each and every notification. Seeing they all led to the same spot. The same type of news. “Billionaire Heiress is now in fashion!” “Beckett Heiress is into fashion.” “Eliot Beckett’s wife emerges top 10 in a community runway!”

Luckily, she wasn’t there to be involved in any matter, thanks to Antony’s interruption, of course. Crystal could clearly recognize the maidens left in this round. Lylia Evergreen, heiress of a famous magazine printing company. Nothing too special but, at least her character seemed clean from what Crystal has observed. Denise Imperial, heiress of a vast chain of restaurants in the country. Same with Lylia, her character holds no mischief. Mylene Haravina, daughter of a famous fashion designer that is widely known across countries. This one was shy based from Crystal’s observation.

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.

Mr Clark sighed in relief when he heard her words but at the same time, he felt uncomfortable knowing that the latter had more than him and he was the father. “Rhiannon, does that mean that you are a billionaire?” one of the shareholders asked curiously. Rhiannon glanced at the woman and then at her father. When she saw the dark look on his face, she knew what he was thinking and smiled inwardly. “I don’t know about. After all, my aunt is the one who always gave me some monthly allowances and because I wanted to make dad and mom proud, I always invested it as I knew that I was the future president. I started paving the way for myself that time,” she answered innocently but they were all happ

I said as I sat back down and tried to keep the irritation out of my voice. "Forget the investors you already have and start thinking about the one who just landed back in the country, because word is that the Great Thorne Heiress—the real one, the one with the trust fund that hasn't been touched in three years—is looking for a new project to dump her excess capital into," Beatrice said, and I felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through my chest that made me sit up straight.

I glared at her, my voice getting sharper with each word, "Wasn't you the one who wanted to see her suffer? Well, she has flipped the script. You're out of your mansion, struggling to find the best place for yourself while she's about to be the bride of the richest man in the country!" I slammed my glass on the table. I hate thinking about this, and today, speaking out so loudly about this bitter truth made my heart burn. She inherited all her mother's billion-dollar wealth, but she ruined it because of her stupidity. At that time, she was naive. But now, she's cunning. She's becoming smarter. And inheriting the wealth that she wasn't supposed to have. She hasn't reached my level yet, but su

Frowning deeply reading all her details he got. "Though their genes tell it all. Her princess look with her flawless long-legged! Damn! She's famous in just 24 hours everyone is curious about who she is and asking if she is single!" Vivo added. "I can't believe everything that's going on! First, I was fooled looking for her for a year and now I learned she's not an ordinary woman!" What more should I think of her? Why does she need to step low when she is a billionaire or multi-billionaire heiress? Fuck! And why did I bump into her?

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…

LEAH Ladies and gentlemen, I promised to be back, didn't I? Your favorite blogger never lies. I am back, and I brought enough tea with me. Grab your horses, and read very carefully within the lines. This masterpiece was crafted from pure truth, and research. Newly influential billionaire, Mr Lucas Irving has slowly decided to bring himself to stardom. As you may or may not know, the late Mr Irving left all his properties in his son-in-law’s possession. Rumors have led us to believe that Mrs Leah Irving is incapable of birthing a child.

I had exhausted all options and hoped she'd reach out if she was still out there. The television mounted high on the far wall was tuned to a twenty-four-hour news channel. I had barely registered the sound until the anchor’s voice cut through the low murmur of nurses and orderlies. “Breaking news out of California tonight. A shocking story involving one of the tech world’s most enigmatic figures. Billionaire heiress Giselle Sullivan—formerly known as Laura McClain—was reportedly the victim of an attempted murder earlier this week. Sources confirm she was stabbed and left for dead in an open grave at a private cemetery in Beverly Hills.”