The Trillionaires Heir Novels & Stories

He placed them on the coffee table beside the sofa, right where I could see them. "Not long ago, I acquired the Vance family's jewelry subsidiary," Cedric said casually, as though giving up the Ashford business empire were no big deal. His eyes warmed as they swept over my panicked expression. "I've been preparing for this for a long time." I stared at the document on the table, then back at the resolute man before me, utterly stunned.

With no easy way out, I reluctantly agreed. Nathaniel led us across the ballroom to where his boss was standing. “Adrian Blackwood,” he told us, “the youngest CEO of Blackwood Corp. Worth billions. And get this he was voted one of the top ten most desirable men last year. One of New York’s most eligible bachelors.” I tried to look uninterested while Clara kept listing facts about him. “I think that’s enough info,” I muttered, giving her a look. He was standing by a long table with his hands in his pockets, his back to us as he spoke to someone.

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.

The flat honest ledger of a man who has finally seen himself clearly in someone else’s story. “Different shape. Same inheritance.” “Yes,” I said. I didn’t soften it. He didn’t need it softened. “But you’re here now. Sitting in this room. Looking at it.” I paused. “That’s not nothing.” He looked at the screen again. At his grandfather’s name at the root of a fund named for a woman he had loved and failed and tried to compensate for in silence.

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.

My father-in-law kept saying he wanted to cook something special for his granddaughter, so I took him to the upscale gourmet supermarket my wife had just bought. He'd barely picked up a package of imported prime beef to read the label when a man in workout clothes snatched it out of his hands. He slapped at the packaging in disgust and pointed at my father-in-law. "Your hands are filthy, old man. You think you get to put them on meat that costs a thousand dollars? "If you can't afford it, don't touch it. Could you even pay for it if you ruined it? "You smell like you walked in off a farm. It's disgusting." I stepped in front of him. "He was reading the label. Why are you talking to hi

This was the best treatment she could give herself. The file fell from his hands and onto the table. “You are so heartless! Give me back my rights now!” He did not care if he yelled at her or not, his empire was his fortune he had worked for and no outsider especially one born from a wedlock to inherit it. Emily got up with her teeth freely moving happily. She smiled with a touch a smirking added to it. Her hands tugged handsomely into her suit trousers as she took a step to him.

But, as far as I know, the other trustees of the shareholders in the underground business of the three empires also know something. I went back to the room and entered there, it wasn't time yet. It's a good thing I didn't have him as a classmate, because he wasn't in the room I entered. I was really nervous about what happened earlier. And what the heck ?! Is he studying here ?! Oh God. I shouldn't be surprised and surprised, I should expect this because, the empire has a big share in this school. I researched about his some information and i saw that he's the heir of Heirloom empire. The Richest empire. They are first among the three. The Heirloom Empire, Young Empire, and Moore Empir

What? "I'm sure you already knew that, though. I mean, it's a good reason to be with him, right?" He sneered, but she looked at him like she had no clue what he was talking about, because she didn't. "Don't act like you don't know. I know you know. C'mon, he didn't tell you he's set to inherit billions? His Grandpops started some media company. He's loaded. Like really loaded. His family is like one of the top 10 richest in the country." Ian was bullshitting her. He had to be. He told her he was small town kid. Pearl had googled him. Nothing showed up about that, that she saw. She was too shocked to talk.

With thinking about that curiously He took out the letter & started reading. “Dear Mike, you don’t know me. But I am your Dad. I missed you a lot. I didn’t contact you these years because I wanted to become the most powerful person in the country. After so much hard work, i have achieved my goals. I Know you won’t believe me. You will have so many questions. I will answer all your questions once I am back. I have kept my eyes over you all these years. Don’t worry son. Dad is here to take care of you. I am sending you 10 million dollars in your account for your basic needs & treatment of Nani. I have also attached my phone number. Call me if you need more money anytime. See you.”