Romans & histoires The Billionaires Heirs

This was the best treatment she could give herself. The file fell from his hands and onto the table. “You are so heartless! Give me back my rights now!” He did not care if he yelled at her or not, his empire was his fortune he had worked for and no outsider especially one born from a wedlock to inherit it. Emily got up with her teeth freely moving happily. She smiled with a touch a smirking added to it. Her hands tugged handsomely into her suit trousers as she took a step to him.

It would take a lot of money to live there and have all those things. A few pictures above the fireplace - yes, a fireplace - caught her attention. As she analyzed it, a page from a newspaper, where the man's face was printed on the headline, made her curious. He looked much younger than now, but she couldn't be mistaken. Unless he had a twin brother, that was him for sure. Gwen came closer to read what the news was about, and her jaw dropped as soon as she saw who he was. "Businessman Finn Lane is named the youngest billionaire in the world by Forbes this month with just 22 years old."

she didn't expect the balance to be 100 billion dollars. she knows many people with 100 billion net worth but can't have 100 billion in their bank accounts and she little scared of how rich and powerful must Patrick's background be. she looked at Patrick a simple yet handsome young man and thought how can such a rich person be so low-key she is interested in Patrick. "a 100 billion," she said in a trembling voice. Patrick smiled nodded his head took out another bank card and asked her to transfer 10 billion to this card from black gold card because if he uses his black gold card everywhere he can attract a lot of attention he don't want that because he want to keep a low profile for some mor

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

If I told Shena, she might cry with envy. Except for Oliver and Alex, I scrutinized the other guy. He was handsome, with tan skin and grayish hair, but he was still in a suit, as if he'd just come from work. "Do you not know that guy?" Chelsie must have noticed my confusion because she whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at her. "He's a man who inherited his ancestors' wealth. I heard his father's company went bankrupt, but a month later, he revived it. He's also a successful billionaire with branches in the Philippines and companies in other countries."

My mouth dropped open as I saw her, holding her son with Reece holding one hand to her back and waving at the cameras with the other. Again, so perfect. I was beyond annoyed as I continued to listen to the journalists gush about the adorable family until my ears heard what was being reported. "It appears that the Shields family has grown their corporation and has added to their portfolios over the last three quarters. Reece Shields stepping out of his family's shadows just made his first billion two quarters ago." "From what we've known about the private family, generational wealth has been passed down to the heirs as they've kept the tradition of having no less than 100 billion to forward o

she stammered and tried to regain her composure. Levi wasn't just any man. He was the heir to one of the world’s most powerful business empires, the only son of a billionaire mogul who had built his fortune with ruthless precision. From a young age, Levi had been groomed to take over the family dynasty, his path seemingly set in stone. But instead of merely stepping into his father’s shadow, he had chosen a different route.

A ripple of curiosity spread around the table. He continued, “For decades, Blake Industries has thrived on innovation and legacy. But a true legacy isn’t built on power—it’s built on people. On family.” He paused, glancing briefly at Maya before lifting the envelope. “As of today, I’m officially naming my son, Liam Ethan Blake, as the future heir and principal shareholder of Blake Industries.” Gasps filled the room. One board member, Mr. Dorsett, leaned forward. “Sir, forgive my bluntness—but he’s a child. Surely this isn’t standard procedure?”

"You think because you’ve crawled back into his bed that you belong here? You are a stain on this family’s history." Julian stepped forward, his presence suddenly suffocatingly dominant. He pulled Elara even closer, his hand splayed across her lower back in a way that was undeniably sexual. "Careful, Father," Julian purred, though his eyes were lethal. "That 'stain' is the mother of my heirs. And considering I just transferred sixty percent of my personal shares into a trust for Leo and Mia, she’s actually the most powerful person in this room. You might want to be nicer to the woman who owns your board seat."

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe