The Unwanted Billionaire Heiress Novels & Stories

She heard from many of her friends that young billionaires are known to flirt with girls and replace them like the ties on their shirts. Scarlett was a displaced girl immersed with problems up to her head. She thought he was planning to take her with him and exploit her helpless situation. Ace could see reels turning in Scarlett's head. He had an idea of what she was thinking about him. Ace did not know whether he had to go angry or laugh at the stupid girl. Normally he would not spend a second more with such sort of foolish people who doubted him in business. He is a damn billionaire who earns millions every day and every second is important to him but for this girl for whom he was going be

Kent gave her a sidelong glance and said, "I don't have to. It's Ms. Evans." "Ms. Evans? Isn't she the one who's going to marry Eddy Morrison? How dare you ignore the call from the future Mrs. Morrison?" Kent spat and said, "What heiress? She probably doesn't even have much longer to live." The two women continued asking questions out of curiosity, and Kent didn't hold back any information either. "That stupid woman made a deal with Mr. Morrison. She needs to get her hands on 50 million dollars in half a month," he said.

Don't make me ask twice. In my previous life, I would have replied with an apology and a wire transfer. I had been the billionaire heiress who functioned as a footstool for a boy who hated the very air I breathed. I had died in a hospital wing I funded, alone, while he toasted his engagement to Stacy with my money. Not this time. We pulled up to the elite campus of Columbia University. Julian was leaning against a stone pillar, looking every bit the brooding "bad boy" in a jacket I had bought him for Christmas. Stacy was draped over his arm, giggling.

Wanted to pretend nothing existed outside this hospital, this bill, this impossible weight that she just couldn't lift off of her shoulders. But something—desperation, curiosity, exhaustion—made her answer. “Hello?” She hated how her voice shook. A pause. Then a calm, controlled female voice responded. “Miss Aubrey Lane?” “Yes?” “My name is Denise. I work for Mr. Killian Frost.” Aubrey frowned instantly. That name meant nothing and everything at the same time. Killian Frost. Even people who didn’t follow business news knew it. Ruthless Billionaire CEO. Tech empire. Media silence. A man spoken about in headlines like a myth rather than a person. Powerful. Untouchable. The kind of man whose pr

I scrubbed his floors. I endured his mother's cruelty. I became invisible for a man who could not even remember our anniversary. Three years I gave him. Three years I hid who I really was because I thought love mattered more than power or money or my own name. But when I found him with her, when I saw the divorce papers were just a joke to him, when he told me I had nowhere to go and nothing to my name, something inside me broke. Or maybe it finally woke up. I am Elena Hartley. Heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Licensed pilot. Award-winning actress. Renowned pianist. And now, CEO of the company my ex-husband has been desperately begging for investment. He thought I was nobody. His fam

She wished it could work, that she would just forget about him and move on like they never met, but it was completely impossible. "Maria, we are here to help you heal. The two men right in front of you are also very well known billionaires that want you to model for their brand. They also have good offers that wouldn't just turn you from one of the most successful billionaire heiress, but to a super, super super, independent billionaire heiress," her mom convinced.

Luca's small hand found hers and gripped it. Outside the window, Manhattan glittered. A city full of power, full of money, full of the infrastructure that ran the world. And somewhere in that city, Aria's empire was waiting. The Moretti holdings that had been stolen from her, that she would reclaim. The legitimate businesses and the criminal networks. The money and the influence and the respect that came from being the last surviving Moretti. She would claim it all. And she would do it as Dante's equal, not his subordinate. As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.

"Don't be. If you are anxious about Bridget and my wife's reaction, don't worry about it. They knew about this. What they didn't know is that you are here today." "Really? So, is this okay with them?" I couldn't stop myself. He smiled at me. "Of course. So, smile now and breathe. Okay?" "O-okay." We heard noises from the living room shortly after we finished talking. Then I saw Bridget, who was dressed in a white silk sleeveless dress with silver cigarette heels, enter the dining area. Her hands are loaded with paper bags, while she has a Shanel purse on her shoulder. Let's just say she's stunning. In her long wavy and curly hair and flawless makeup, she looked so elegant and costly. She is

I don't know anymore. Even now that I am laughing, he showed no sign of amusement or surprise. It's like he's used to my laugh, but he's not. I barely laughed these days, my life did not allow me to. I was not married to a simple man, I wish I was. He was the heir of the Sinclairs, one of the most influential family of our country. He could not be married to a simple girl either. And simple, I was.

Her will and strength to carry on with life despite having so many burdens to carry was amazing, which made him love her in secret. He wanted to be a perfect man for her, someone she could not refuse when the right time came, and so even if it broke his heart to be away from her, he did so. It was supposed to be an opportunity which would help him to become a better man for her, but when he found out she married a famous billionaire, his world was crushed in an instant. And now, he was seeing her in flesh; the beautiful Michelle Finley, who was now carrying another man’s last name... Still, it did not make his desire go away. He wanted to own her...