Unwanted Heiress? Billionaire's Beloved Novels & Stories

He does not even sound surprised at all. "Yes, she did." "No problem, let her know that I will be back in California in a week." "You won't fly back sooner." "No" "Really" I am beyond shocked with the way he took the news "Yes," "Wow!" "You must be shocked with the way I took the news." "Yes, very shocked." "Eleanor, this is not the first time a woman is claiming I am the father of her baby." "Really" "Yes, I am a billionaire. I am the father of every baby of every woman who ends up in my bed even though I never sleep with these women raw."

"Traumatized woman has breakdown, marries powerful stranger within days, suddenly inherits billions. Is this recovery or delusion? Are her recent actions those of a rational person or someone having a manic episode?" My phone buzzed. Then Dominic's. Then Jules's. All at the same time. "It's starting," Harrison said quietly. I looked at my phone. News alerts were flooding in faster than I could read them. "Van Alston Heiress: Unstable and Unfit?" "Inside Sources Reveal Concerning Behavior from Billionaire Heiress" "Is Scarlett Blackwood Mentally Competent to Run a Global Empire?" "Van Alston Board Members Express Concerns About New CEO's Mental State"

" I responded calmly. "And as for not killing Ashley and that fool Ethan, I'm doing things her way just to get what I want. If she gets her child and empire back, I will get what I want and will finally get rid of all of them." I asserted standing up for the chair. "Now please, spare me the questions. I have a terrible headache already." I dismissed, walking towards the staircase. I returned to her room to find Cielle alone. Her head bowed as she was playing with her fingers.

"I... I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I had everything under control, but now... everything's falling apart." Mrs. Harris listened attentively, her heart aching for the man before her, so vulnerable in that moment of raw honesty. She guided him inside, closing the door behind them, and they settled into the chairs as Nathaniel began to share the turmoil that had been consuming him. The night wore on, but Nathaniel continued to pour out his fears, regrets, and uncertainties, Mrs. Harris provided a listening ear, a comforting presence, and the warmth of a mother's embrace. In that unexpected, late-night encounter, a bond between a cook and a billionaire was forged, one that transcen

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

Two years, that's all we're asking. Just a formality. Just two years of my life tied to a man who probably couldn't pick me out of a lineup. Alexander Knight, the infamous tech billionaire who made his first million at nineteen and his first billion at twenty-three. I'd seen the tabloids different woman every week, cold as ice in business, never smiled in photos. The man was basically a robot in a expensive suit. "And what does Alexander think about all this?" I asked, still not turning around. There was a pause. Too long of a pause.

"The boy's genetic sequencing is royal property. Hand him over, and I will allow you to stay with your billionaire husband to birth the twins. The Ministry only requires the firstborn heir to secure the treaty." "He is my son," I snapped, my grip tightening on the gun handle. "He doesn't belong to a crown, and he doesn't belong to a treaty. You take one step into this vehicle, and I will blow this tunnel sky-high." "You won't," Eleanor West scoffed, raising the detonator. "Because if you die, your board instantly hands over forty percent of Vance Global to my daughter Vivian. We win either way, Alex." "Look at your tracking device, Eleanor," I said, a cold smile breaking through the dirt and

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?"

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,