The Billionaire's Heiress Novels & Stories

‘’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.

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

“Do I get anything?” “Yes,” Harvey chuckled, his tone sarcastic. “But at a price. Meredith’s heiress does not know anything about running a business. Olivia doesn’t even know Meredith is ultra-rich when they met----” “Whoa! Stop there, you mean to say that this heiress, Olivia, is not related to us by blood?” “No, not by a long shot.” “And Aunt Meredith gave everything to her?” I felt bile rising along with anger and frustration. My own flesh and blood choosing a stranger over me is not just an insult, but a complete humiliation! I will be New York’s laughingstock for decades until they find another gist for the mill!

She knew it was the end of her peace. Her eyes met his. Julian’s bored expression didn't just change; it disintegrated. For a split second, the mask of the ruthless billionaire fell, revealing a man who looked like he had just seen a dead person walking. His pupils blown wide, his jaw tightening so hard. "Elara?" He breathed the name so softly it was almost lost in the swell of the orchestra music. But to her, it sounded like a gunshot. She didn't think. She didn't apologize. She scrambled to her feet, abandoning the tray and the glass, and bolted.

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

Roberta Alfred. The thought had come to him around 4 AM, when desperation had finally overpowered pride. She'd offered them seven million over the first year. If he could convince her to advance more of it, frame it as an investment opportunity or an emergency loan. She was wealthy beyond measure. Fifty million was probably pocket change to someone like her. He just had to convince her to part with it. He still wasn't even sure if she was the one behind the blackmail. His mind raced back to the knowing smile that played on her lips from the high-rise building yesterday. The thought of it made shivers run down his spine.

Despite being Arthur Marshall's daughter, I had never been to a place like this. "You'll stay here for the night. I'll come to get you by eight, so wake up early." Before I could respond or ask any questions, he disappeared into the elevator. I decided to tour the penthouse suite I was in, in a bid to distract my mind from going back to the events of today. Eventually, exhaustion won, and I collapsed onto the large bed, falling into a dreamless sleep. The next morning, a sharp knock jolted me awake. Groggily, I strolled to the door to see the grumpy billionaire in a crisp white suit, hair gelled back, and white shiny pointed shoes.

“All of you can return to wherever you came from.” “No,” Mr. Sterling said suddenly. Everyone turned to him. “Maya is the rightful heiress to my fortune.” Nelly’s head snapped up. “What?!” she screamed. “I’m the rightful heiress!” Mr. Sterling looked at her calmly, disappointment evident on his face. “My dear, you are my daughter, yes. And because I raised you, you will inherit something. But Maya…” He turned toward Maya, his voice softening. “Maya is the one who will inherit the main property.”

I barely even breathed as he took my hand—my fingers instantly stiffening at his touch—and pressed a small folded note into my palm. My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I slowly unfolded the paper. And the moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across it, my breath hitched. **"Say yes, Olivia. Or everyone in this room will find out exactly who you are. Olivia Richards. The secret daughter of a billionaire."** The words blurred as panic set in. My blood turned to ice. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I couldn’t breathe.

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.