The Trillionaire's Heir Novels & Stories

--- She thought often about what it meant to be an heir. Not just of land—though the documents were finally settled, the valley legally hers, passed down from Tata Pedro to his grandchildren and their children after them. But of something deeper. A way of seeing the world. A stubborn, unshakeable belief that the land could heal if people gave it a chance. Tata Pedro had not left her money or property or stocks. He had left her a mission. And she had carried it forward, not because she was special, but because she had refused to let it go.

He adjusted his glasses. "With Hector and Hilda's next of kin, Francis, being also deceased—bless his soul—the right to claim will go to either one of his children: Ian or Scott Hunter." Scott swallowed hard. Francis. The father who never acknowledged my existence. Simon continued. "The inheritance is currently valued at seventy billion dollars—including gold, investments, cash, and liquid assets." Whispers rippled through the room. "The will states that if both Ian Hunter and Scott Hunter are present—which they are—the rightful heir will be determined by whoever successfully fulfills these three clauses within the next twelve months."

She “Where would you get that large of a money every month.” “Well…” Emily didn’t want to tell him about her true identity. She didn’t want to tell him that she was a professional trader either. The time isn’t right yet. She needed to hold on just a bit longer. She still needs to know that he loves her. Loved her with all of his heart before spilling her beans that she’s the heiress to a tri-billionaire companies. She was the sole heiress to richest man of the world. She sighed as she couldn’t tell him who she really was. Not yet.

The moment my mother in-law uttered that word, I coughed so hard and almost choked on the food I was eating. The Heir reveal is like a ritual that every legitimate son of the Seattle's must partake in to be legible for a part in the will of Mr Seattle. This was like a dream come true for Kai since he was the only one without a child amongst his brothers and to add to his joy, he's the first to have a male child.

Noah hesitated, then dropped into the chair, elbows on his knees. Merrick placed a thick manila folder on the desk between them. The kind you only saw in legal dramas and police thrillers. “Mr. Quinn,” he began, “you’ve been named the sole heir to Jasper Alaric Quinn’s estate.” Noah laughed. Not a little laugh — a full, disbelieving exhale. “Okay. Try again.” Merrick didn’t flinch. “It’s all here. In writing. Signed. Notarized. Witnessed.”

I felt a connection, a warmth filling me instantly. “Charlotte, you’re my granddaughter, my only daughter’s child and my heir. I had been looking for you since your mother died and your father seemed to be vanished from the earth’s face but you’re here and I’d not be letting you go away again. From this moment onwards, you’re my legal heir, the owner of a trillion dollars empire.” As soon as these words left his lips, I was left flabbergasted. Holy Jesus! I became the richest person in a blink of a moment.

It wasn’t until I noticed the curvy road between the trees that I realized that I wasn’t far from my apartment. I had heard about these hill-top, million dollar houses, and it didn’t surprise me that one of them is his. After all, he inherited a billion dollars from his trillionaire father through a trust-fund when he turned the age of 25. The only reason he’s determined to climb the corporate ladder is because he wants to earn becoming CEO whenever his father decides to step down. It wasn’t long before Cade returned and I silently followed him to his unsurprisingly fancy, bronze Range Rover. As expected, half of the car ride was full of nothing but silence and the occasional sideway glances

Influencer with an $800 skincare routine. Ah. There it is. “Theo Rodriguez Involved in Car Crash in Washington D.C. Fiancée Also Hospitalized.” That handsome face popped up on the screen. Smiling on a magazine cover. Youngest trillionaire. Global real estate king. Heir to an empire. Too rich to sleep alone. And apparently, too dumb to wear a seatbelt. I stared at the headline for a while. Not because I cared, God knows I didn’t, but because the universe really does have the weirdest sense of humor.

But what I wonder is how he had come to this point of success in his life. Looking around me, the gardeners he had paid must've cost a lot to keep it in this state. Accounting for the number of staff and help he has around the house, I'm guessing he must have had a grandfather or two that passed their lineage to him. I couldn't help but look at him as he space out staring at the sky. He looks absent like his mind is elsewhere. For a rich man with his life already made for him, he sure does look sad. If I was as rich as him, I could be living guilt-free.

Crossing her arms and her legs, she stared at Philip with mock arrogance and asked, “So, what’s this about 100 billion and 70% of the world’s wealth again?” Philip was nervous as he fumbled with his hands, not knowing where to put them. ‘Oh no! ‘Could this be the end of the lie?’ Philip stood up. “Okay. I’ll tell you the truth!” Strongly gripping onto Wynn’s shoulders, Philip’s eyes shone with overzealous excitement. “Wynnie. I, Philip Clarke, am actually one of the richest heirs in the world. My family is very rich and very powerful, and I’m given an allowance of 100 billion!”