Billionaire Heiress

had haunted her the night before-a mansion, endless hallways, and people she didn't recognize. Shaking her head, she gathered her belo

s saving every penny she could. Life had never been easy for her. After her mother's death, she had t

he forced a smile, ready for another long day. But her mind lingered on the envelope she had re

best friend and colleague, call

lied, tying on her apron.

ke you've seen a ghost. Everything oka

othing out the creases. "I got this yesterday. It's from some fancy la

he letter. "You should open it! What if

"Inheritance? From who? We barely had enoug

g the letter back. "You never know

n the envelope. Her eyes skimmed th

ena Jo

have been named the sole heir to the e

he? Why would a man she had never heard of leave her anything, let alone

istant now, as if coming from

, frozen, her mind racing. How could t

letter to Jessica, who read it aloud

ng, from a billionaire!" Jessica squealed. "O

ghts swirling. She had lived her entire life scrapping by, and no

tartling her. The name on the screen read Hart

sked. "This is Olivia Daniels, Mr. Hartman's

be some mistake. I don't eve

ar in his will. You are his only heir. He requested that we meet in person to discuss

ght. The estate? "

you at 9 a.m. sharp. We'l

estions, the call ended, le

haking her gently. "This is it, Elena!

an? Why would a billionaire leave her everything? And what would this n

sleek black limousine pulled up in front of her tiny apartment. The driver, a tall, stern man

eighborhoods, where towering glass buildings gave way to sprawling mansions. Elen

owly, revealing a sprawling mansion set against manicured gardens and

aniels, the same woman she had spoken to on th

Please, follow me. Th

ce, where a portrait of Edward Hartman hung on the wall. He was an older man, with sharp features and a dignified ex

ng to a chair across from her desk.

mitted, her voice shaky. "Who was Edward H

u his heir are known only to him. But the fact remains-his will is ironclad. You are now the owner of the Hartman

r her. A billionaire empire? She barely had enough

ead spun. This was too much, too fast. Her life had chan

wung open, and a man strode in. He was tall, impeccably dressed, and exuded an air of auth

Daniel Hartman. And I'd like to know exactly why someone li

and Elena's heart raced. She opened her