The Billionaires Heirs Novels & Stories

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.

“It looks like your family wasn’t as small as you thought. Your grandparents… aunts… even a few cousins. They’re alive.” My breath hitched, and my vision blurred. “What?” “They’re alive, Bella,” he repeated. “And… well, this part is going to sound crazy. They’re not just alive. They’re… wealthy. Like, ridiculously wealthy. Your grandparents are billionaires. Some of your extended family is tied to old money—generational wealth that’s been in their name for decades.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath me. My chest tightened as my breath grew shallow, my hands gripping the edges of the laptop for support. “Billionaires?” I whispered.

Now that I thought about it, he did speak a little differently with some liquor in him. His father was Barry Harris, the owner of one of the largest pharmaceutical companies and practically swam in riches. The results did not make note of any mother or siblings, nor was there any semblance of a troubled childhood. Then again, would a family that rich even allow their dirty laundry to be aired out like that? It would make sense as to why he was so incapable of sharing anything deeper than surface-level information about himself. I shrugged it off and went to the next link. Apparently, he ran and funded a charity for underprivileged children in Boston. They offered help with education, healthc

The day had started like any other room service trays, the smell of chamomile tea but the TV altered everything. BREAKING NEWS FROM MANILA," the voice of the reporter announced in clean English across the flicker of monitors. "A confidential family source has exposed stunning accusations that Charles Billion, the billionaire heir, and academic Fiona Generys married after a contractual agreement one made in return for the medical care of Generys' daughter.".

The funds they contained were sizable—enough to ensure Delilah’s security and fund trusts for both Liam and Emilia. But with the discovery came risk. Word of the inheritance leaked, and suddenly journalists were sniffing around the estate. A tabloid ran a headline: "Sinclair Bastard Heiress Surfaces With $40M Secret Fortune." Ava was furious. "How did this get out?" Dominic suspected Jacques. But without proof, they had no way of stopping the spread. Security around the estate was doubled. A lawyer specializing in privacy and defamation was brought on. And for a while, they lived in a fishbowl.

“We’re the Cross family, Mya. Billionaires. Our father built an empire, and we’ve carried it forward. Everything he left—the businesses, the properties, the legacy—it belongs to us. To all of us.” Her breath caught. Alexander’s gaze locked on hers, steady and unflinching. “Including you. You are one of us. Which means you are a Cross heiress. A billionaire in your own right.” The café seemed to tilt around her. The hum of conversation faded. The hiss of milk steaming, the scrape of chairs—all of it blurred.

“Wait, wait—this Quinn guy? The one who built half of Greystone? You’re telling me that’s your dad?” “Not dad,” Noah said. “Just… biological contributor. Apparently.” Eli opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “You realize this makes you… like… a billionaire?” Noah’s jaw ticked. “Only if I go to the reading tomorrow.” “Dude. You have to.” “Why? So I can get stared at like garbage and told I’m not one of them?” Eli raised an eyebrow. “You scared?” Noah glared.

Now, somehow, the universe had tied them together again with a chain heavier than gold. “Yes. You and Cassandra are the legitimate heirs.” Selena lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. She thought of the bills they had struggled with growing up, of her mother’s tired eyes after long shifts, of the arguments, the silence, the shame of being left behind. And now this? To suddenly become billionaires because of a man who had never once tucked her in at night or called her on her birthday? “Mom, I don’t understand,” she whispered. “Why now? Why us?”

**“Damian Cavendish: Secret Heir Revealed!” She clicked the video. Grainy footage of her and Julian leaving the penthouse played, Damian’s security team blurred in the background. A narrator’s voice declared, “Sources confirm that billionaire Damian Cavendish has a secret son with his former fiancée, Sienna Blake…” The words blurred in her mind. She couldn’t breathe. “They weren’t supposed to release this,” Sienna whispered. Cole nodded grimly. “We’re doubling security. No one’s getting close.” Her thoughts spiraled. “Julian… does he know?”

At Hazel's nod, Nath stood up to do as he was told. "A son!" Hazel stared at the DNA when Nath had gone, he was preparing to have an heir someday of course but nothing had prepared him for this news, he had a son, what kind of a father would he be? One thing he knows is that he will try his best to be a good father and when he has his son with him, he will make sure he lacks nothing and teach him how to be a strong and independent man, he will teach him how to survive in the business world and how to run the De Valle company His cell phone rang, interrupting his thought, Joelle, he had promised to have lunch with her and had totally forgotten about it