Novel & Cerita The Trillionaire's Heir

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?

Shannon read the disappointed look on his face, she wanted to get that look fully. "Well, if she didn't, let me prep you, I'm currently in a relationship with Ryan Lancaster the heir of this empire and the richest billionaire in town, you know what that means Raymond,. If I was you, I would've taken caution before I thread on a game I won't finish.

she asked and I stared at her confused. "What do you mean?" I asked... "I've called the president and he has settled everything and the whole wealth has been willed to your name plus the 50 billion dollars he gave you to Start over. It's your wealth dear, you can't possibly leave all for Royce" she enthused and chuckled. OmG. Now I know what she's talking about. I can't possibly take Royce's inheritance like that.. He stopped school because of it and I don't think I need so much money.

“This was also part of his plan. That woman knew she wasn’t your mother. The plan was always to get you in such a state of trauma that he would always have a way to control you anytime he needed to.” “But….why is he so evil? She tormented me all my life… and for what, a few millions?” “Billions, my dove.” My eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Billions???” “Yes. You’re the lost heiress of the Everhart fortune.” He announced, his tone a bit louder at the revelation. “This was your story, and you revealed it perfectly. You and your siblings are the heirs to the generational wealth in our name.”

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

“Of course, Brian Blake Williamson. Why didn’t I know that,” Does she mean Blake was his middle name? She took her smartphone, opened the Internet, and browse Brian Williamson’s name. She showed me the screen. “This is your Blake, Tara?” My body was trembling when I saw his pictures. I opened my mouth to breathe as I took the smartphone in my hand and swiped the screen. The youngest billionaire in the country... The sole heir of Williamson... The most sought bachelor in the country... I continued to read the titles of the websites as there was a lot of information to read.

Aunt Celeste says, her anger palpable. “I’ll come up with a plan, Auntie. I’ll make sure that girl is out of Uncle Vic’s life for good,” Vaness vows. I take a deep breath, clutching my head. They’re dead set on their plan to get rid of me. I never imagined they’d go to such lengths to take control of our family’s wealth. I can’t tell Dad about this because I know he won’t believe me. But I’ll do everything I can to make sure their plan fails.

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.

“This is the family heirloom men give to their wife before marriage. I want you to hand it over to her. She deserves you and you deserve her. Go and marry her, I will take care of your mother's issue myself ” “Seriously dad? That is better! I will soon bring you a heir within eight months .” He rejoiced happily “What are you talking about? You got her pregnant before marrying her? Why are you so rough?! ” “Dad! I got the trait from you. You got mom pregnant when she was in her twenties and Olivia is in her twenties, it is in the blood!” “Damn! Son! Keep your voice down. Vivian is out there, I don't want her to hear any shameless remarks about me ” He jokingly hit Anthony's head and took him

Five years later. Los Angeles felt like a city built out of glass, sunlight, and people far too confident to ever admit they were confused. I stood in the twenty-third-floor boardroom at Jamesson Holdings, facing a presentation screen the size of a mortal sin, while Noelle Jamesson stared at the house renderings in front of her as if they’d been assembled in some ancient dead language. Noelle was blonde, beautiful, and dressed in a cream suit that was clearly more expensive than her understanding of the project. She was the daughter of an American tycoon. An heiress. A social fixture. The kind of last name that opened doors before she even had to knock.