The Unwanted Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

She found herself wondering how much wealth was out there for her to possess. “Five…five billion dollars?” Aaron nodded. “There's something else for you to see.” They eventually left. Many moments later, they arrived at the headquarters of Avalon corp in the United States— an incredible mass of land with structures matching the ecstasy of the organization. Ava's life had transformed from a lowlife to a billionaire. He followed Aaron to an elevator that took them straight to the most prestigious office. From that height, she could see the city very well. She gasped in wonder at the magnificence of the office.

“Show me.” He hands over his phone. The headline burns into my eyes: DE LA FONTE HEIRESS ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD De La Fonte Heiress, who we thought dead, is accused of Financial Fraud, after coming back to take over her position last two weeks. I stare. Not even a month in that office, and already this? She's already the target of headlines like this? I exhale sharply, dragging my hand down my face. “Next,” I growled

She said. ‎ ‎"Don't worry, without my presence there, the event won't start" he said, with an arrogant smirk playing at the corner of his lips. ‎ ‎Minutes later, they arrived at the event. ‎ ‎A lot of people weren't aware that Evelyn was the heiress of the prestigious Martins family, as she had always kept a low profile of herself to the world. ‎ ‎She's always loved to keep her things private, and more reason why Chris and others who had looked down on her never knew she was of someone with a prominent background.

"What did you think? Huh? That you were always going to be the rich heiress who had everything she ever wanted? No!" she yelled, slamming the bars. "That's me now. I have taken your place." Slowly but surely, it dawned on me. She had always been jealous. She had always wanted to be in my place. Married to my husband, wearing my clothes, and running my company. Finally realizing her obsession only made me chuckle. "You can never be me, Ashley. You are nothing like me."

"Don't you dare play innocent with me, you worthless bitch! You think I don't know who Alistair is protecting? You completely bewitched him! You used Alistair to destroy us!" Her voice rose to a frantic, venomous pitch as she continued. "Alistair was supposed to marry my daughter! They were supposed to unite our empires! And then you crawled out of whatever gutter you came from! You are nothing but a low-class, unwanted stray trying to play the high-society wife by dragging everyone into chaos!" In the past, I might have stayed quiet. I might have looked down, swallowed the insults, and let the elite stomp all over me just to keep the peace.

I hate my own name. At first, I thought of leaving the inheritance money to them and only taking a little to take care of my and my mother's difficult life. However, they treated me badly, especially my father, he was a greedy old man. I have decided, I will take all this trillions fortune, become a powerful rich woman, cure my mother's illness and live a happy and leisurely life. I don't need to be kind to people who don't even take me seriously. ... At Joan's mansion...

She quickly nodded and looked at her system. She raised her head and looked at Sherry with a polite smile, "It costs five billion dollars, it is the only one you can't find anywhere else" The attendant said. Sherry's heart froze. That much!! F-five billion dollars? She would probably go bankrupt. She thought once she married rich, she would be rich too. Why is she always spending money!!? She would probably go bankrupt in a year, if she keeps buying things for him. She forced out a smile, "We will not take it, we will look around to see if there will any cheap ones"

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

* (Present) I'm attending a high-profile fundraiser, dressed in a stunning red gown, mingling with the city's elite. I was invited as a guest of honor, and I was looking forward to a night of networking and making valuable connections. As I make my way through the crowded room, I notice a man staring at me from across the room. When I glanced at the invisible talons digging into my neck, I’m faced with no other than him. Baxter Wolf. The man who allowed the poison between our parents infect us, even after promising he would only let that happen over his dead body.

And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history. Pot and kettle and all that. Feeling like her thoughts had been gathered, Abigail headed back to the house. But she decided to make a pit stop. She now knew that the uncultivated lands she had been so casually strolling on for months did not, in fact, belong to her father and were not part of his estate. But, Abigail supposed, no one had arrested her yet. So, she might as well take one last walk there. She was walking for a few minutes, when she heard a familiar voice.