The Trillionaires Heir Novels & Stories

“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?

"You think because you’ve crawled back into his bed that you belong here? You are a stain on this family’s history." Julian stepped forward, his presence suddenly suffocatingly dominant. He pulled Elara even closer, his hand splayed across her lower back in a way that was undeniably sexual. "Careful, Father," Julian purred, though his eyes were lethal. "That 'stain' is the mother of my heirs. And considering I just transferred sixty percent of my personal shares into a trust for Leo and Mia, she’s actually the most powerful person in this room. You might want to be nicer to the woman who owns your board seat."

From Thomas Dalton. > “They’re already printing the story. Headline confirmed: The Billionaire’s Hidden Heir.” Ethan’s heart sank. He looked up at Maya, his voice breaking. “It’s too late.” Her eyes filled with tears she couldn’t hide this time. “Then we just lost everything.” She turned away before he could stop her, heading for the revolving doors. The storm swallowed her whole. As she stepped into the street, lightning flashed again—illuminating a black SUV parked across from the building.

Trey was in the middle of business drinks when his phone suddenly began to vibrate nonstop. A long-dormant alumni group chat had exploded to life, messages flooding in one after another. "Have you heard? The Morrison family's mysterious heiress finally showed her face!" It was like someone had dropped a bomb in the chat. "The Morrison family? You mean the ones who make the whole financial district tremble when they sneeze?" "That's the one! Niel's long-lost daughter—just brought into the fold, already inherited ten billion, and officially named the heir to the Morrison empire!"

MAD “Oh, wow.” That was Tara’s first reaction after riffling through pages of our comprehensive prenuptial agreements. “I’m not protecting my assets from you. I’m protecting yours.” Because I knew the truth. Billionaires and trillionaires didn’t give the exact amount of their wealth to the public, especially families that came from old money like the founders of international banking dynasties and the royal families that made Elon and Jeff look poor. She rolled her eyes. While her arms were folded on her desk, she was just looking at the two sets of our prenups.

By nightfall, the story had already exploded across every platform on the internet. "BREAKING: Ethan Hartwell: #1 on Forbes' Most Eligible Bachelor List for Six Consecutive Years, Has a Secret Four-Year-Old Son." It spread like wildfire. Like oxygen catching a spark.

His grandmother's ring - the Blackwood heirloom diamond, 5 carats, that Margaret always wanted. "This is Sophia Williams Blackwood," Ethan said to the 20 billionaires. "My wife. We married this morning at City Hall. And this -" he put his hand on Lily's small head, " - is Lily Williams Blackwood. My daughter. My heir. The future owner of this building." Lily looked up, confused. "Mommy, are we Blackwoods now?" Sophia was crying. Silent tears. "Yes, baby. We are." Ethan looked at the board, his blue eyes ice.

If I didn't already care for him too much, I'd tell him to go fuck himself. Instead I growled, "That's easy for you to say," as I reached for one of the fluffy towels and threw it at him. "You can handle a little bump in your career. You're a Davies! You have a billion dollar trust fund and control over one of the most successful import export companies on the planet." "538 billion." His crisp words jolted me. "I'm sorry?" "As heir to the Davies, my share of the family wealth is 538 billion."

“They are too rich to be here.” A lot of whispers now engulfed the whole place when they finally came in. I didn't even expect them to visit my mom since mom was just their helper when she was alive. Yes, I knew them because mama once worked with them and she even took me to their mansion. Indeed, they are too high to reach, thus it is shocking to see them in this squatter area. However, maybe they only just want to empathize with my situation because they were all wearing white as they were walking in my direction, while those bodyguards were just left outside.

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.