The Billionaire's Heiress の小説・ストーリー

"Mother wants me back in time for dinner." "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan replied before leaving the office. Diane stood up straightening her burgundy blazer and grabbing her bag. She still didn't believe this was her life now. She was a Deveraux, she owned stuff in her name, she was loved by people around her and most importantly, everyone in the country was about to know she was a hidden heiress. And as much as that meant her face was going to be frequently all over the media and her privacy was going to be compromised, this was what she wanted, this was the power she craved and this was the life that chose her.

It cut deep; her own mother had branded her a criminal in the blink of an eye. Before Lydia could defend herself, the tension was struck. "Well, Adrian, the Sinclairs are here to negotiate the marriage alliance between you and Natasha. It is destiny. The uniting of the sole heirs to two of the greatest empires in this nation. It’s the single best thing that could ever happen to both our houses." It was a miracle that the patriarch of the family remained completely unbothered by the scandal swirling around the Sinclairs. He had to be incredibly pleased with Natasha to overlook a mess like this.After all she was the Heiress just as he mentioned.

, I smiled and elegantly stretched my fingers and said it's real Megan, she scoffed and looked at my Prada Cleo Crystal embellished purse and said this must have cost a fortune,” she asked in a bitter voice which of the affluent family are you hooking up with because I'm sure your looks won't attract a wealthy man to you” “ Sonia couldn't stand her insolent attitude and told her to get lost, that I am not a whore like her, rather I am legally married to Damian Graham, the handsome and young top richest billionaire. She also told Megan to be careful because bullying Myra will only get her behind bars”. “Megan couldn't believe what she heard about the famous Damian Graham married to Myra, a sh

Maybe, my mother would still be alive. She was left with nothing when she married my father. But still, she built a fortune in the next five years. And when my grandpa died, he left his years of hard work for her which made her a billionaire. I think my father knew what was going to happen. And he waited for the right time. Right time to take the money, business, and her life. But she flipped his world when she left everything for me. His perfect plan was ruined but our lives... I want to ask him why he betrayed us. Was there something concerning from which he couldn't move past, or was it simply just his choice?

As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.

I thought. As I tried to straighten up my hands to call for him to help me but was held by a hand that drew me backwards… Then I managed to raise my face if I could see the person. It's Brenda. Brenda expressed her frustration and concern for me. She has urged me severally to leave Mark, whom she deemed wicked and undeserving. Mark Adrian is my husband and one of the richest CEOs who owns a company. When I got married to Mark Adrian in exchange for the money my parents owed his father during their business contract before my parents died in a motor accident years ago.

It was supposed to be a formality, a business deal—no different than the countless meetings, the contracts her father signed with a cold handshake. Yet, as she looked into the stormy eyes of the man standing across from her, her heart betrayed her. Sebastian Blackwell, the enigmatic billionaire who had arranged this marriage, towered before her like a silent force of nature. His jaw was clenched, his expression unreadable, but there was a dark intensity in his gaze. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t even pretending to be happy. No, Sebastian didn’t believe in pretending. And neither did she. “I do.” The words left her lips, but they barely carried over the heavy silence that enveloped the room.

His hands were all over my butt, caressing and squeezing. "I know how much you hate Hailey. We can have her easily cornered and rendered helpless. Just say yes." At the mention of Hailey and his promise to help me deal with her, my ears perked and my interest piqued, especially when the flashback of how today had gone at the mall filled my mind. That bitch! "Do you know she's a heiress? Her family owns the Codza company." My voice was now coarse. Heavy with lust. "How do you think I was able to help Christian carry out the plan to get her inheritance from her six years before?" His tongue evoked a shuddering sigh from me as it slithered around my left ear.

An heir. Some people even started calling him The Billionaire’s Heir—not just for his lineage, but because of his looks, charm, and ease with people. He was every bit the prince in the spotlight—yet the shadows of his past never quite left him. “The night is still young, Duke,” a voice called from behind him. “Why aren’t you down there, dancing with the girls?” He turned slightly and saw Addison, his cousin—twenty-six years old, the eldest daughter of Aunt Danica. She leaned casually against the doorframe, a glass of wine in hand, her dark red dress hugging her curves elegantly.

No one knows how he could become a vegetable overnight. After my father's illness, he passed down all and every of his inheritance in the name of Jewel Empire, the most Prestigious company, down to my name. I became his heiress, a beautiful youngest billionaire but all these responsibilities come with a great price. I couldn't keep up with the pace. I am an internally ill lady. A meek one at that. So I made the biggest decision of my life.