The Billionaire’s Secret Daughter Novels & Stories

"How did you know that?" “Oh, I know your dark secrets, and you're not just a pure shadow hunter. Your parents did some unthinkable things, and I was there. That’s where they have got their wealth. Are you a secret Billionaire right?" "You liar! Just tell them to get his sister’s daughter and I won't kill you, which I'm really close to doing," I ordered. "Take her sister’s child. She's not been useful to me. She may see the future, but she's too weak to be useful."

Me and Lady Selene definitely have a lot of things to say after dinner. "Hi Bree, I'm Alexander Pierce," I said. "Nice to meet you Alexander, I'm Bree Thatcher. The only daughter of the royalty." She was full of herself and pompous and rude, I didn't like it. "Nice to meet you Bree, I'm a billionaire if you have no idea. The youngest number 1 billionaire in New York," two can play the game. She is living off her parent's money, I am living on my own money.

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

Lady Carter had said, standing up to kiss her son on both cheeks. “That's Kelly Morgan,” his mom smiled, turning to face the beautiful young lady. “She's my friend, Mrs. Morgan's second daughter. And she's the one in charge of her father's charity foundation. Isn't that lovely?” Mrs. Carter laughed good-naturedly. She looked from Blake to Kelly. “Hi,” Kelly greeted with a beautiful smile, standing up with her eyes drinking in the sight of Blake from head to toe. The Morgans were the recent addition to the Carters’ ever increasing rich friends. So Blake knew little about them.

"I'm serious too, Edward. Besides, hasn't your brain reached the point to think about something like this?" Edward frowned. "What do you mean, hasn't reached?" Kairos sighed deeply. Shaking his head, he tried to explain. "Edward Alexander Darkwood, son of Sebastian Eduardo Darkwood, grandson of Alexander Darkwood. You're a wealthy man, noble, of royal blood. Your father's company is everywhere. Haven't you ever thought or perhaps you can't afford to hire a private detective to investigate and find the whereabouts of a Bella Stone?" Samuel burst into laughter. Kairos's words were sharp, filled with sarcasm.

How I wish he was here to tell me all this was some sick imagination or dream. But ghost doesn't speak. “Who is he?” I asked, my eyes still fixed outside the window. She didn't answer. I didn't expect her to. She even dressed better than I did. “I deserve to know.” A long silence, then, “Was a man with influence, power and money.” “I believe that's not all to tell about him.” She sighed this time, irritated. “He was a billionaire. Cold, private and dangerous, some say.” My breath caught. “Dangerous?”

"The official story was suicide. Deep depression, they said. But I know the truth. I've always known. They destroyed her mind with electroshock therapy, session after session, until there was nothing left of the woman she'd been. Until she didn't even remember her own name. Then they finished the job with an overdose made to look self-administered." Victoria turned to face us fully, and I saw something terrible burning in her eyes. "I spent years building this empire. Not just for profit, though it's been wildly lucrative, three billion annually at last count. But for justice. For revenge. Richard Blackstone took my sister, my only family, and got away with it. So I'm taking everything from

One of the top billionaires in the entire country—and somehow, they landed a deal with Lucian freaking Montgomery off all people. Sure, my parents had their own little throne in the social status ladder, my dad, a respected judge in Washington D.C., and my mom, a food industry investor with a nose for profits, was settling down in New York. But what's terrifying was how desperate they were to climb higher. So desperate they didn’t blink before selling off their own daughter like she was some networking chip at a power brunch. Our worlds couldn’t have been more different. And yet, here I was, face to face with the overbearing, stock up billionaire himself.

“This child... it’s his. He has a right to know.” Her eyes filled with tears, but her voice remained steady. “Please... I didn’t kill his mother. I didn’t do it. I need to clear my name. My child can't grow up with the world believing its mother is a murderer.” The doctor sighed, her resolve softening under the weight of Mila's pleading. “I’ll deliver the message, but... I can’t promise he’ll come.” Hope flickered in Mila’s eyes. “Thank you.” --- Sterling Inc Headquarters: CEO’s Office

"I didn't steal anything from you. I'm Neil Thornton's daughter. Do you think I'd need to steal?" Bianca frowned. "Neil Thornton?" The name sounded familiar. "He's the richest man in Ravelton," a guard quickly reminded her. Bianca paused, then burst into shrill laughter. "You're saying you're the richest man's daughter? That's hilarious. And I'm the First Lady of Meropia." Both guards laughed along with her. Sierra's tears poured down, her voice broken by sobs. "I'm not lying. It's the truth. I am Neil Thornton's daughter. If you don't believe me, I'll call my father right now."