Novel & Cerita The Unwanted Billionaire Heiress

I know no girl won't want to be the bride of a billionaire and I just need to give Cassie a few days for her to succumb to my wish, just like I had succumbed to her mother's.

Or maybe an undisclosed heiress from the LeClair empire in Paris? GossipCentral: Forget her family, look at his hand on her lower back! Killian Sterling never touches board members, politicians, or supermodels. He treats everyone like disease. If he’s touching her with his bare palm, she isn't just an heiress, she's the future mistress of the Sterling empire. Valerie let her hand drop to the mattress.

Then somehow—without knowing when I stood up—I found myself sitting at the desk, turning on my laptop. The first search already hurt, simply because I typed the words: professional surrogate mother. Website after website appeared. Contract pregnancy agencies. Exclusive family forums. Medical bureaus for the wealthy. Everything felt absurd. Everything felt humiliating. Yet my hand kept scrolling. Alexander’s voice echoed in my mind: beautiful, educated, producing a high-quality heir. The sentence made me want to vomit. But I didn’t stop. Faces filled the screen—models, doctors, actresses, athletes, lawyers. All beautiful. All dazzling. Yet none of them felt right. If I chose women like that,

“But I can’t marry Kaelan. I love Maxwell and I want to run off with him.” She went straight to the point. I lowered the book slowly. “What? Aren’t you in love with Kaelan?” She rolled her eyes, a flash of the familiar Lark returning for a second. “I don’t love him. Don’t you know I have a boyfriend? Oh come on, are you going to help me or not?” Kaelan Thorne was the only son of the Thorne family, the richest family in the city.

Her mother had been standing beside the staircase only moments earlier. Now the staircase was empty. The chair where Clara had fallen was stained with blood. But Clara herself was gone. “Mom!” Elena rushed toward the door. Adrian grabbed her hand. “Elena, wait!” She turned on him, tears burning in her eyes. “She's gone!” “We'll find her.” “Every time I find someone who knows the truth, they disappear!” Adrian's grip loosened. For a moment, his expression changed. The cold billionaire disappeared, leaving behind a man who looked just as frightened as she felt.

Damian's POV As the door was thrown open when the meeting just started, my attention was immediately riveted to the door and the person that came from the door. Here she comes, the heiress who is supposed to take over the company, sabotaging my well structured plans. But that's not happening. Well, even if I let that happen, I won't let her last long on that seat. But wait, why is she dressed like this? Is she a stand up comedian or what?

He whispers softly, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter to me." The arrival of the scandalous news disrupts the peaceful atmosphere, casting a cloud of uncertainty over the entire family. Uncertainty turns into chaos as unknown numbers flood their phones, and the intrusion of paparazzi becomes apparent outside the mansion's gates. Lora finds herself on the phone, trying to explain the situation to the wives of wealthy businessmen. She speaks with urgency, defending Elizabeth's character, "Mrs. Benson, no, that's not true. Dominic is indeed engaged, but his future wife comes from a respectable family."

Chantelle's POV I tugged at the heavy neckpiece I wore, feeling its heavy weight suffocating me. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was at Father's event. He had set it up for me to get acquitted with the big people in the business of food processing; but I knew it was an excuse to know what his competitors were up to and for the women married to some of these billionaires, to show pictures of their new yacht or new luxury home. These men and women could boast of billions to their name.

In her wobbly heels, drenched dress, and disorderliness, she rushed into the car as it swerved to the back before some random person could catch a mortifying picture of her, and cook up some random speculations called NEWS about why she left her party like that. The party progressed till the end, and Gary was surprised to find out that she had left the party already. Soon, everyone retired to their bosoms, thinking calculatively about what the new power of a young billionaire heiress would hold for them. However, the night had covered a piece of disastrous news, and it had aired widely the next morning within three hours of it spreading across all media houses. News in the headlines; Sinclai

"Mother wants me back in time for dinner." "Yes, Ma'am," Ryan replied before leaving the office. Diane stood up straightening her burgundy blazer and grabbing her bag. She still didn't believe this was her life now. She was a Deveraux, she owned stuff in her name, she was loved by people around her and most importantly, everyone in the country was about to know she was a hidden heiress. And as much as that meant her face was going to be frequently all over the media and her privacy was going to be compromised, this was what she wanted, this was the power she craved and this was the life that chose her.