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Declan yelled, his eyes sharp with a murderous aura that made Alisa shiver. Only then did Alisa realize that she was so angry that she accidentally revealed Declan's identity. People around started talking about Declan. He is not only a wealthy billionaire but also the only son of the chairman of DSI corporation. They gradually forgot about Fidelia and focused on Declan. Many people have wanted to meet the heir to the DSI corporation but still have not had the opportunity; even the employees working at DSI have never seen him. And this was the first time they saw him, and they were so surprised that that person was billionaire Declan Galbraith. They competed with each other to take out their

"That's the one! Niel's long-lost daughter—just brought into the fold, already inherited ten billion, and officially named the heir to the Morrison empire!" The person sharing the news was clearly at the event. "This banquet is insane. Three layers of security. No one can get within ten feet of her—she's being kept under wraps." The group chat went wild. "Ten billion? That's the kind of luck you don't even see in movies!" "What's she like? Stunning? Single?" one alumnus joked. "If she's my type, I might just shoot my shot…" "Keep dreaming. I caught a glimpse from across the room. Her aura's unreal. In a champagne-colored gown, standing under the chandelier like she was glowing. That profile

Miss Hale your net worth is now 94 Billion. So now you're one of the youngest billionaires in history to be this rich off an inheritance. Congratulations. However the money is only all for you to touch, the money can only be placed in your name. I read the last part of the WILL. Dean stared at his daughter with his mouth hanging open. She was richer than Dean. At just 18.

, I quizzed, while he nodded softly. I gasped when he confirmed it. Sonia really caught a big fish this time. I mean, the Sanders are a top name. They are one of the top 5% that own the world’s wealth. They have several companies and the heir was definitely the one who I just saw Sonia with. Jeff Sanders. The hot handsome billionaire heir. Sonia, really? I just couldn’t understand why she still had to f*ck the dad when she had already gotten the heir. She could have everything with Jeff alone…

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?

Vivi finally lowered her eyes to stare at Darren's phone while he watched her as if he couldn't wait to see her reaction when she realized who he was. And yes, it did. The way Vivi's eyes widened with a look of shock on her face that met Darren's expectations successfully made a satisfied grin appear on the man's lips. The sole heir of a conglomerate couple and one of the world's 50 wealthiest people. A major corporation with thousands of employees, a real estate business with an annual increase in value, and other assets that made Darren one of the most regarded young businessmen.

“Don’t try to come up with any thoughts. He’s totally out of my league.” Mrs. Mayweather and Mr. Mayweather looked at each other, and Mr. Mayweather sat on the edge of the bed. “What does it mean that he’s out of your league? Does he look down on those who work in the entertainment industry?” Xyla smiled. “Dad, he’s the richest man in the world, the heir of the Hathaways of Yaramoor. Does he look like someone who would give a d*mn about your company?” Mrs. Mayweather and Mr. Mayweather were shocked.

The guest list was limited, as my colleagues were still unaware of my true identity. Delanie and Declan, my siblings, were thriving. Delanie bore a striking resemblance to our mother, while Declan was a spitting image of our father, creating a noticeable contrast. Despite this, I miraculously had my father's eyes, dispelling any doubts about my parentage. After dancing with my mom, I shared a dance with Delanie, Aunt Nora, and finally Octavia, who arrived with her husband and five-year-old son to celebrate with me. “Roger, you are now officially the youngest billionaire CEO with a net worth of eight hundred billion. The world must hear about you today," Dad said, but I refused.

Not even a fraction of the hospital fee. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. I was the heir of Alistair Gance, once the richest man in the city. When he passed, I was left with a fortune that made every dream feel reachable. I could have had anything, gone anywhere. But back then, I only had eyes for Ethan. I thought his love was the only wealth I needed. To support his fledgling pharmaceutical startup, I had blindly turned my back on my father’s empire. I had voluntarily transferred my shares, my properties, and even my father’s secret patents into his and Durian's names.

No wonder everyone had always seen him as the perfect heir to this family. As the eldest son, Edward had been raised to inherit Ashford Paper Industries—the very heart of Ashford Group, the company that had built our family’s fortune through pulp manufacturing, industrial paper, and premium packaging exports for decades. Meanwhile, Erika had once bluntly told me I was too unpredictable to ever run the family’s core business. Ironically, that unpredictability was exactly why Ashford Media expanded faster than anyone expected. Under my division, I handled nearly every modern branch of the Ashford empire—from Veridian Publishing and digital media to several entertainment projects that had been