The Trillionaire's Heir Novels & Stories

she chortled, "after all you are the mother of a billionaire heir." "Just get away," I said to her while giggling and made my way to the car. Entering the car, my mind traveled back to what Jane said in the Kitchen, Adrian actually is the heir to the top billionaire in the country and it was a fact that could not be denied. Pondering on it, it didn't feel proper that I will deny him his right because of some issue I had with his Father. Certainly, one day he was going to ask me about his Father and I might be so lost, I thought. As Darian was a popular figure, gradually the resemblance was going to show and then I may have no excuse to give. "How on earth was I going to handle it when it get

**“Damian Cavendish: Secret Heir Revealed!” She clicked the video. Grainy footage of her and Julian leaving the penthouse played, Damian’s security team blurred in the background. A narrator’s voice declared, “Sources confirm that billionaire Damian Cavendish has a secret son with his former fiancée, Sienna Blake…” The words blurred in her mind. She couldn’t breathe. “They weren’t supposed to release this,” Sienna whispered. Cole nodded grimly. “We’re doubling security. No one’s getting close.” Her thoughts spiraled. “Julian… does he know?”

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.

"He could make your resort vanish in an instant if he wanted to." "What?" Henry's body shook violently. "Miss Bleeth... you're joking, right?" Sherry's gaze turned sharp. Her voice grew colder as she said, "Listen carefully. He is the third grandson of Group W's chairman and the future heir apparent of Group W." As soon as that sentence was uttered, the hall was immediately filled with shocked sighs. Who would have thought that a man in ordinary clothes, who looks like he has nothing, would be the heir to a trillion-dollar company?

He is trying to show off. "Ma'am. What do you think? How will Trend run during this situation?" These journalists know how to worsen a situation. "Ira has her heir. She prepared her papers when she was planning to expand her business." Arif says and we turn to him. "Who is the heir of this Billion Empire?" Whispering all over. By this time, the crowd is quite dense. "She has no one. Who can be her heir?" Riad is again opening his bullshit mouth. But I think it's Iqra as she is only related to my Iru.

“The rival bidder is aggressive and well-funded. They are attempting to sow distrust in the market by fabricating information about my company’s stability.” Instability caused by a secret heir and a hacker wife, I mentally supplied, moving to the coffee machine. “We need to look flawless today,” he continued, finally turning to assess me. “Tonight is the Thorne Legacy Gala. Every major stakeholder, every rival CEO, and my entire extended family will be there. Rule Two is in effect: perfection is the only acceptable standard.” “Perfection has a price, Julian,” I murmured, pouring my coffee. He raised an eyebrow. “It does. And I paid ten million dollars for yours. Don’t disappoint me.”

"I'm not saying this to be cruel. I'm saying it because I've seen this pattern before. My son is a Reid, and Reids marry within their social circle. It's simply how things are done." She reached for the leather portfolio, opening it to reveal a single sheet of paper – crisp, official-looking, with numbers that made my vision blur. "Two million dollars," she said quietly. "More than generous for someone in your... position." My breath caught in my throat. "What?"

None of the pictures had her face. "Should I post this online? " He said and I stopped to look at him. Was he challenging me? "Just think about posting " I said, coming closer to his chair where he was sitting. "I will kill your daughter," I said looking straight into his eyes. I knew I wouldn't. I just wanted to check if he knew where she was? There was no change in his facial expressions. He smiled at me and said. "The youngest Billionaire of Titan Industry with his girl" As soon as he finished speaking. I choked my own Saliva. My girl?

"Why don't we wait a while for you to announce him as your heir then?" "Because I want people to know that this company already has one. This will prevent some a**holes from trying to steal it from me, or even trying to marry me with someone I don't want." Gwen had no idea what that meant, but she didn't want to ask either. It might have something to do with Vivienne, of course, but since Finn sounded very annoyed already, she didn't want to make him angrier by asking questions. After all, people would start to notice that Finn was spending a lot of time with a little boy, so it wouldn't be easy to hide.

The picture was crude but sweet—three stick figures holding hands, standing in front of a tall building labeled ‘Blake Home’. Ethan crouched beside her, his voice low. “Looks like he already knows who runs things around here.” Maya laughed. “He sure does.” Liam climbed into Ethan’s lap, his big brown eyes curious. “Daddy, what’s an ‘heir’? Uncle James said I’m one.” Ethan chuckled. “It means you’re going to take care of everything Daddy built when you’re older.” Liam thought for a moment. “Like my toys?”