Unwanted Heiress? Billionaire's Beloved 소설 & 이야기

The water shifted and lapped against my skin in small waves. "Grandpa and Grandma seemed really happy today. Grandpa especially. How'd you manage that?" "We just talked, played some games. It's pretty obvious they get lonely." "You did well. The business arrangement your family's been asking about — I'll approve it." I pressed my lips together. I hadn't known the specifics until recently — Lucian had access to a network of high-profile private buyers, and the Whitmores getting a foot in that door meant moving their jewelry through channels that would otherwise never be available to them.

In her place stood Aria Laurent—art consultant, European educated, mysterious enough to be intriguing but respectable enough to be trusted. "Of course not," Sophia said, clearly not believing her. "No one's interested in a billionaire under forty who looks like he walked off a magazine cover." *A billionaire whose family destroys lives without consequence*, Isabella thought. *Whose father drove mine to suicide and never lost a night's sleep over it.* "I heard he's looking for a wife," Isabella said casually, swirling her champagne. This was the opening she'd been engineering for months. "Something about his grandfather's will?"

“Never did.” “Then why not just divorce her?” The question that had circled my head for years finally left her mouth. I stared at the ceiling a moment, then answered in the flat tone I’d perfected long ago. “Because I’m not allowed to.” She frowned. “What do you mean?” I drew a slow breath. “This marriage was Grandfather’s dying wish. If I divorce her before producing a legitimate male heir, the controlling shares of Winchester Group go straight to my uncle: the one who’s hated me since I was a kid. It’s ironclad, written before he died. Emely never knew.”

The mansion was cold and quiet… too quiet. Riley felt it the moment she walked in. The Hale residence stood tall and intimidating, its marble floors gleaming under the crystal chandeliers, its walls decorated with priceless art pieces and picture perfect family portraits, with smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes. Everything looked Perfect. Untouched. Cold. It didn't feel like home. It felt like a museum She was an exhibit that didn't fit in.

She tucks a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, crossing over to the couch. “I told you nothing happened!” I lie. I gravitate to the kitchen after drinking and rinse the mug, putting it on the rack. “Seriously, flower girl! You got one chance to shag a billionaire, and you rejected it? Do you know how many girls would kill themselves for a night with him?” “What do you know about him?” I ask. Maisie shrugs. “Not much, but rumors have it he owns the biggest estate in L.A and runs a big empire.”

“What do you want, Clara?” “Well, good morning to you too,” she said, her voice oozing fake concern. “I assume you’ve seen the news?” “What news?” I asked, dread creeping into my chest. “Turn on the TV,” she said smugly. “You’ll thank me later.” I ended the call and grabbed the remote, flipping on the TV. The first channel was enough to send me spiraling further. “Billionaire Heiress Samantha Blake Caught in Scandal with Ex-Fiancé Louis Martinez.”

Since she hasn’t assumed her position yet as the CEO of her company, standing in front of crowds and answering different questions wasn’t her thing yet. Before they both realized they have been aired and “LITTLETON TECHNOLOGY.” Being a popular tech company and Carl being the only heir to it who has been every lady’s dream and has refused to get married since Anita his ex-girlfriend scammed him years ago is now getting hooked again to an unknown lady and now Bianca has been asked a question she doesn’t even have an answer to. “I love Carl, and getting hooked on him wasn’t about his money. I’m a made businesswoman, and coveting another man’s riches is the least that could be on my mind. Anita

Caroline browsed while replying, "So that I can pay him back. I don't want to owe him anything." "Why don't you just let him do what he wants? Didn't you say that he's quite the looker?" Gwen replied. "That wasn't what you said a few days ago." Gwen laughed clumsily and sent Caroline a voice message. "No matter what, you're still the heiress of the Evans family. It was a shame that you married an ordinary white-collar worker like him, but at least he appreciates you and sends you gifts. He loves you, and it's always better to have someone who loves you than someone who's heartless."

They are not even married yet! He continued to babble on, “But the problem is that I took more than expected, so right now, they demand I return the stuff, I refused so they want to call the cops. Since wifey is a billionaire, I figured you would sue them for treating your hubby in such a manner! That's what billionaires do, right? Wifey, you must take revenge for me!” At that point, Lenora looked up while tapping her feet on the ground in uneven beats as she told herself to breathe. Just breathe Lenora.

It cut deep; her own mother had branded her a criminal in the blink of an eye. Before Lydia could defend herself, the tension was struck. "Well, Adrian, the Sinclairs are here to negotiate the marriage alliance between you and Natasha. It is destiny. The uniting of the sole heirs to two of the greatest empires in this nation. It’s the single best thing that could ever happen to both our houses." It was a miracle that the patriarch of the family remained completely unbothered by the scandal swirling around the Sinclairs. He had to be incredibly pleased with Natasha to overlook a mess like this.After all she was the Heiress just as he mentioned.