After I Left The Billionaire Novels & Stories

She was being mocked or pitied and she did not want any of these. So, she left. She left the city and all it's people back. ....After three months... "It's been three months since the death of the only heir of the multibillion dollar X complany. The chairman and the grandfather of the deceased Gael Greyson donated a huge amount to many charities. Gael Greyson was ...." The Tv was turned off showing that the person was the not anymore interested in knowing about the case. It's been three months but still this news was everywhere and on every channel.

put on your clothes and come downstairs for breakfast I will be waiting and he left the room while smiling "I felt used, I felt cheated and very angry. After making me horny he left me hanging. Let him wait I will make sure I pay him back for what he did just a moment ago. It might not be today but I will make sure I pay him back. I said to myself as I walk to the bed and took my clothes and put it on.

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."

He found her phone lying on the side table, and that is when his eyes fell on the papers that kept going along with it. It was a letter. His heart thudded violently in his chest as he bent down and picked it up. ‘I am leaving, Alex. Our deal had ended long ago, and I should’ve left at that instant, but my greed for my son’s love didn’t let me. Now that you have your son, your heir, and you’ve already completed your part of the deal, I should leave. Don’t try to find me, because you’ll only be able to find those who want to be found. I hope we never meet again.’ he crushed the paper, as his jaw clenched in anger.

She smiled and nodded in agreement. They stared at each other for quite a long time, and Michelle couldn’t figure out how a billionaire like him came into her life and completely changed it into something beyond imaginable. Sure, they didn’t have a great start as their minds were both twisted by some necessities. But right now, she would say everything was different.

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

he added. I was scared and panicked. Very scared. I swallowed hard at my saliva as I nodded repeatedly. “Good girl,” he said as he let go of me. I looked at him with my teary eyes as he left. What the fuck just happened? Why is all this happening to me? “fuck,” I groaned as tears streamed down my face. Where do I start? How do I get fifty million dollars? “How!” I shouted as I continued sobbing. No, I'm done for today. I need to talk to my mother.

We drank in silence for a few moments, the burn of the liquor settling in our chests. “When you say your father left everything to you… what exactly does that mean?” Justin asked, eyeing me carefully. “It means exactly what I said, Justin,” I muttered, staring into my glass. “My father fucking left me everything he owned. It’s all in my name now.” “Damn…” he breathed. “Dude, you’re a fucking billionaire.” “I am.” “Damn! We’re fucking rich! Woo!” Justin stood up, throwing his hands in the air like we’d won the lottery.

Turns out, my boring life didn’t magically disappear even after getting a little taste of the rich life. Morning gave way to night, nights blended into days, and days turned into weeks. It's been three weeks since my life changed overnight. I'm getting used to the new me, leaving behind the financial struggles of my past, all thanks to my sister's insane luck with love , she's dating a billionaire now, I suppose.