The Runaway Heiress Falling Into The Billionaires Bed

"Happy birthday, Miss Nova," Chloe, her favorite maid, exclaimed with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. "You look stunning."

"I know right!" Nova turned from the mirror, her hands on her waist as she turned elegantly from side to side, admiring her dress. "If there's one thing that I can say right now, it is that it feels good to be 23. I mean take a look at everything. My dad has never attended my birthday party since I was born but now..."

She turned back again to look at the mirror, a smile graced her lips, reflecting the joy bubbling within her. "...now he is and I feel great. This is my best year yet."

"You're right, Miss Nova," Chloe chimed in, appearing behind her to adjust her hair properly. "Your father is a very busy man. Then, he would try to make time for you by planning ahead of time but unfortunately, work would make him miss your birthday over and over again and you would end up angry and sad for the whole day."

This was the life of Nova Sinclair for the past 22 years. On every birthday of hers, her father, Dominic Sinclair would come up with an excuse not to be present. Only that it wasn't an excuse most of the time, they were valid reasons which had a thing or two to do with work.

The day she marked her first birthday coincided with his signing a major contract with another company, thereafter making his absence on her birthday a regular event.

Nova was an only child. She was known worldwide as the Sinclair princess because she was the only daughter and child of Dominic and Victoria Sinclair, and despite her father's massive wealth and fame, Nova remained a daddy's girl.

Today was a special day.

Today was her birthday. And what was more interesting? Her dad was in attendance for the very first time in her entire life.

A knock came on the door as Nova continued to admire herself in the mirror.

"That should be mom. How do I look?" She asked Chloe.

"Perfect, Miss Nova."

Immediately, her mother, Victoria Sinclair entered the room looking as gorgeous as her daughter but not enough to steal the spotlight.

"My princess, you look stunning," Victoria said as she held Nova gently on her shoulders and looked at her lovingly.

"Thank you mom."

"Now we must hurry. The guests are waiting downstairs," Victoria then turned towards Chloe. "Is there anything else, Chloe?"

"No ma'am. Miss Nova is ready to go," Chloe replied.

"Good. Now let's go, my darling."

Victoria held her daughter's hand gently, a sense of pride swelling within her as they walked down the stairs.

All eyes were on her daughter.

They could hear the whispers from the guests and the smiles on their faces that followed.

Her dress, a luxurious silk georgette off-shoulder flowing gown draped gracefully around her figure. It was embedded with dazzling diamonds that started from the chest region to the waistline and sewed round the rest of the gown in floral patterns. A customized dress made just for her.

But that wasn't Nova's concern. She was more concerned that there were many guests than she expected.

Her eyes darted from side to side. She could recognize the faces of top businessmen and politicians, many of whom she hasn't met in real life but has seen on TV.

How could it be that these men were able to make it to her birthday party? An ordinary birthday party. Not ordinary per se but it was something that she had never experienced before.

She leaned towards her mother's ear and whispered, "mom, how is it that there are so many people today? I thought we planned to keep it minimal."

"Have you forgotten who your father is? Your father is one of the richest people in the world. What makes you think that he can't pull this kind of weight?" Victoria smiled as they finally reached the grand floor, nodding her head as she greeted the female guests.

Nova didn't know where to begin. This was something that she wasn't used to. Was she supposed to go about greeting people like her mother or should she just stand and wait for them to come and wish her 'happy birthday?'

She chose the latter -- besides she was the celebrant here.

"Happy birthday, Sinclair Princess..."

"Your dress looks amazing. Who are you wearing?"

"You look so much like your mom but you have your dad's eyes..."