The Billionaires Heirs Novels & Stories

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

But to see it laid out like this, with Alexander as the ultimate planner was a betrayal she hadn’t anticipated. The second document was a ledger. Its showed rows of names, numbers, and dates painted a picture of financial entanglement that had been on for years. Her father’s name appeared repeatedly, alongside sums that matched the mysterious funds that had bailed their family out of bankruptcy when she was a teenager. It wasn’t a gift, she realized as something was grumping in her stomach. It was leverage. Her father hadn’t been saved—he had been owned. And now, so was she.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

She offered Mia a magazine to keep her entertained and smiled as Mia went to sit on a comfortable couch at the reception. The cover picture of the magazine caught Mia by surprise. Her heart was beating fast when she saw a familiar face with a bold headline:” SHAW CARTER, THE YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE, IS NOW THE CITY MOST WANTED BACHELOR. Mia almost fainted with her discovery.Her boss is her one-night stand. “ Oh no. I can't accept this job. I won't be able to look at his face and work with the way I embarrassed myself that night. Mia concluded and ran out of the place, hearing the voice of the receptionist calling her to come back. She was not looking and hit someone almost falling, but a muscul

"This deal is going to bring me billions of dollars. Something that you have never had access to except by the function of this deal... And that is if you see it through." Amelia wanted to retort but figured out that during this was probably not going to do her any good. Firstly, she had absolutely nothing to her name and she deserved a fresh start. "How much are we talking about?" "I'm talking a billion. See this as my donation to charity." Amelia's face colored in anger again as he continued to talk down on her as though she was nothing. Even if she didn't have a stitch in the world, it wasn't the license for this man to make such remarks about her.

Tonight was the Bennett Foundation Gala five hundred of New York's elite crammed into the Plaza, writing checks they'd never miss to causes they would never think about again. And he would be there. Dante Russo. My chest tightened just thinking his name. I'd seen his face in Forbes, in the Wall Street Journal, on the covers of magazines that treated him like some kind of king. CEO. Philanthropist. Self-made billionaire. They had no idea what he really was. What we really were. I turned from the window and picked up my clutch it was small and expensive, containing nothing but lipstick, a fake ID, and the kind of courage that only comes from having nothing left to lose.

By nightfall, the story had already exploded across every platform on the internet. "BREAKING: Ethan Hartwell: #1 on Forbes' Most Eligible Bachelor List for Six Consecutive Years, Has a Secret Four-Year-Old Son." It spread like wildfire. Like oxygen catching a spark.

CALEB Three AM. I hadn't slept, I couldn't. The kids were finally settled at Eleanor's house with armed security outside and panic buttons installed. Everything we could manage in six hours. Still not enough. Never enough when someone photographed your children. I sat at my laptop researching Harrison Blackwood. I needed to know everything about the man threatening my family. What I found froze my blood. Harrison Blackwood. Age 58. Net worth $15 billion. Tech industry titan, self-made after his father's company was destroyed. Destroyed by my grandfather in 1987.

Rafael yelled back. "I didn't think they would find out!" Sofia shouted defensively between her sobs. "And above all, I had no idea that was Sabel! I had no idea that your useless ex-wife is the sole heiress of that massive empire! I only did it for you, Rafael! For our business!"

“And… forgive me for the things I once thought about you.” Something inside my chest twisted uncomfortably at her words. “Listen carefully, Elena,” she continued seriously. “You mustn’t stress yourself or exhaust yourself anymore. No matter what happens, that child has to be born healthy.” I could only nod quietly because I didn’t know what else to say. At the far end of the table, Brian finally smiled faintly for the first time since I had known him. “Good,” he said firmly. “The Ashford family finally has an heir.”