The Billionaires Heirs Novels & Stories

With no easy way out, I reluctantly agreed. Nathaniel led us across the ballroom to where his boss was standing. “Adrian Blackwood,” he told us, “the youngest CEO of Blackwood Corp. Worth billions. And get this he was voted one of the top ten most desirable men last year. One of New York’s most eligible bachelors.” I tried to look uninterested while Clara kept listing facts about him. “I think that’s enough info,” I muttered, giving her a look. He was standing by a long table with his hands in his pockets, his back to us as he spoke to someone.

“They are too rich to be here.” A lot of whispers now engulfed the whole place when they finally came in. I didn't even expect them to visit my mom since mom was just their helper when she was alive. Yes, I knew them because mama once worked with them and she even took me to their mansion. Indeed, they are too high to reach, thus it is shocking to see them in this squatter area. However, maybe they only just want to empathize with my situation because they were all wearing white as they were walking in my direction, while those bodyguards were just left outside.

Zayden's Pov The elevator bell chimes, and I step out with my secretary following closely behind. My phone is glued to my ear as I engage in a call with a client. I'm not just the CEO but also one of the youngest billionaires in America. I have ownership in multiple businesses across New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, and even in China. The only heir to my billionaire father, I've inherited an empire. "We'll schedule a meeting next week, Mr. Alexander. I'll have my secretary arrange the appointment," I confirm as I continue walking towards my office.

I held Shaira’s hand. I don’t know, but the Shaira in front of me is so different now. She’s been through so much at Jerome’s hands. She exhausted herself for a love where she was the only one fighting. “Justine is the only heir? Isn’t Dustine also an heir?” Shaira and I exchanged glances. I gave a bitter smile. “You’ve always been so nosy. I never said Justine was the only heir; I said Justine is one of them.” I even tickled Manager Kim’s neck as she sat next to me on the sofa.

How could I let him take on the weight of this child, knowing it wasn’t his? Days passed and I’m still not okay with this, knowing that I have a burden to carry yet still their life moves forward, but here I am still stuck with this problem and can’t vent out. My problem with Vaness, that I know she can’t accept the fact that Atlas, the guy that she loved, was really helping me through this thing and I know where she’s coming from. But I can’t accept the fact that both her and aunt Celeste wanted our wealth.

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.

"This is far too cruel, Aaron. Your grandfather would never accept you abandoning your wife at a time like this." Those words struck me like an unexpected blow. She had no idea of the reality behind the "heir" everyone believed existed between me and Paolla. But revealing any part of the truth now was impossible. Berenice looked disturbed, and hearing Leonel's name brought me back to reality in a cold, brutal way. Everything in my family revolved around this heir, this "guaranteed future." In their eyes, leaving Paolla meant shattering everything they expected from me. For a moment, I remained silent, trying to craft a response that wouldn’t be compromising. I needed a way to steer the conve

From up there, the entire stretch of Metro Manila sprawled before her—concrete, chaos, and dreams wrapped in smog and sunlight. Her eyes fell on a copy of Forbes Business Magazine sitting on the side table, slightly crumpled from being read too many times. Duke’s face stared back at her from the cover. “The Billionaire’s Heir,” the title read in bold, gleaming letters. She reached for it slowly, tracing his jawline on the glossy page with her fingers as if it were some long-lost relic. According to the article, Duke was now one of the most promising and influential young businessmen in the country, following in the footsteps of his father who apparently owned several enterprises in Zambales.

"What the fuck? Who's that? Isn't that Philip Knox from Knox Group?" "Oh my God, it really is him! The richest billionaire in the country! I've seen him on the news before!" "Wait, did the lady boss just call him 'Dad'?" "The case is solved! She's not some kept mistress with a money-laundering hobby! She's an heiress! A real heiress worth billions of dollars!" "What kind of a plot twist is this? The billionaire dad is here to back his daughter up!" Alice's face turned as pale as a sheet at once.

He had done this quietly, weeks before the announcement, through his own legal team without notifying anyone at Blackwood. The trust’s primary beneficiary was listed in full: Ethan Bennett-Blackwood. I read the name twice. The explanation followed in Whitmore’s precise unhurried prose. Not for financial reasons, the letter said. For symbolic ones. Elena’s great-grandchild should have a stake in what her family built. It is long past time. I put the letter on my desk. I looked at it for a long moment. I thought about a man in his eighties who had been