The Trillionaires Heir Novels & Stories

If I told Shena, she might cry with envy. Except for Oliver and Alex, I scrutinized the other guy. He was handsome, with tan skin and grayish hair, but he was still in a suit, as if he'd just come from work. "Do you not know that guy?" Chelsie must have noticed my confusion because she whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at her. "He's a man who inherited his ancestors' wealth. I heard his father's company went bankrupt, but a month later, he revived it. He's also a successful billionaire with branches in the Philippines and companies in other countries."

"I have no secrets. My agent Leo is trying to contact you. You're not interested, so we keep making movies without you knowing." "I can't believe you have another world." "I won’t miss our monthly appointments. This is not your world." "How did you afford it? I checked your statement and the money I deposited into your personal account has not been touched." "My parents. They left us a large inheritance." "Where's your brother? He knows about this?" he asked. Ah, her brother, he should have married some businessman heiress instead of her married to Storm, but... "My parents left him nothing. They owned billionaire companies and I was just me. They believed I wasn't going to get anything, the

, I smiled and elegantly stretched my fingers and said it's real Megan, she scoffed and looked at my Prada Cleo Crystal embellished purse and said this must have cost a fortune,” she asked in a bitter voice which of the affluent family are you hooking up with because I'm sure your looks won't attract a wealthy man to you” “ Sonia couldn't stand her insolent attitude and told her to get lost, that I am not a whore like her, rather I am legally married to Damian Graham, the handsome and young top richest billionaire. She also told Megan to be careful because bullying Myra will only get her behind bars”. “Megan couldn't believe what she heard about the famous Damian Graham married to Myra, a sh

We walked down the hall to the very last room. “Just so you know, Dutton,” Paul informed. “Our dorm room is not like the others. Nathan’s dad and grandfather are billionaires.” I gulped, “Billionaires?” “Nathan is the heir to the Michaels Investment Group,” Paul stated. “Paul, you don’t have to tell people that,” Nathan said, rolling his eyes. “Wow,” I stared at Nathan in amazement. “Your grandfather is my idol. Michaels Investment Group made two hundred and seven billion dollars last fiscal year, that’s approximately ninety-seven billion net profits.”

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.

Her expression was confident, almost defiant, a stark reminder of the woman she had become. Andrew walked in, carrying a tray with coffee and pastries, Tristan trailing behind him with a juice box. “Have you seen this?” he asked, setting the tray down and sliding the magazine toward her. Ava nodded, still staring at the headline. “It doesn’t feel real.” “It’s very real,” Andrew said, his voice firm. “You’ve earned every bit of this. Don’t you dare downplay it?” Tristan clambered onto her lap, his small hands patting the magazine. “Mommy, what’s a trillionaire?”

“You sure? The PR inbox is on fire. Over four hundred emails and climbing. Half the board is requesting statements. The rest are requesting your blood.” Noah smirked, dry. “Thought Lena would call herself.” “Oh, she did. I didn’t pick up. Told her I was stuck in an elevator with the apocalypse.” “Nice.” Gareth turned the screen to face him. “Look.” Noah finally dropped into the opposite chair, arms heavy. He expected graphs, maybe a few polite fire drills. But the headlines? He blinked. “Heir Apparent Refuses the Crown.” “Quinn’s New Face Won’t Be Tamed.”

The funds they contained were sizable—enough to ensure Delilah’s security and fund trusts for both Liam and Emilia. But with the discovery came risk. Word of the inheritance leaked, and suddenly journalists were sniffing around the estate. A tabloid ran a headline: "Sinclair Bastard Heiress Surfaces With $40M Secret Fortune." Ava was furious. "How did this get out?" Dominic suspected Jacques. But without proof, they had no way of stopping the spread. Security around the estate was doubled. A lawyer specializing in privacy and defamation was brought on. And for a while, they lived in a fishbowl.

“Could you please hold on? I'll be heading to the hospital now. You could continue with the treatment and I'll bring the payment—” "We've given enough grace, Miss Hart,” the doctor cut in. "No deposit, no treatment.” Before I could say another word, the line beeped dead. Mr. McConaughey who had overheard every single word, scoffed. I turned to see him smirking. “What's the problem?" I asked. "You can’t pay for your son’s schooling, yet you still want to keep that old woman alive?” Je shook his head. “She's already at her end, Miss Hart. I'd advise you let her die and focus on what's more important—your child.”

The man on the screen sat in a wheelchair, dressed in an expensive black suit, looking every bit like breaking news. That's the same outfit they're wearing right now, she thought. A reporter's voice carried from the screen. "Xander Sterling, heir to the Sterling empire and one of the youngest billionaires in the country, was spotted shopping with his new wife today." Vanessa's lips parted. "Billionaire?" Her photographer glanced at her. "Vanessa?" She barely heard him. Her eyes stayed fixed on the screen. She had always known Xander came from moneybut this? He wasn't simply rich. He was heir to one of the most powerful families in the country.