Novel & Cerita Amy Griffin Billionaire

she said, “but I need you to understand that this is a very good thing.” I stared at her through swollen eyes. She continued like she hadn’t just announced the funeral of my freedom. “Dave Ashton is one of the most respected young men in the country. He is successful, disciplined, and from an excellent family.” “And a stranger,” I said. Her smile flickered but didn’t fall. “He is also the youngest billionaire in the country.” There it was. The real selling point. Money. Always money. I let out a dry laugh and pushed myself up from the floor.

MADISON'S POV My brother "Carson" had guarded him for three years. Three years of danger averted, threats silenced, and silent warnings given. And yet tonight, he didn’t want my brother there. “You won’t be needed,” the billionaire had said in that calm, precise voice that brooked no argument. My brother had come to my house later that day to tell me that he had a mission that would earn me some money.Eyes serious,“Wear something elegant,” he whispered. “Be discreet and follow him but stay out of sight.”

Chapter 18 Elijah, “Who the fuck wrote this and how it got published?” I snarled as I kept staring at what was written on the screen of the tablet and each time I felt my blood boil. The reclusive billionaire had finally found love and the woman he chose was someone insignificant. I read the title again and smacked my desk harshly, rattling everything on top of it as I stood up to snarl at Robb, who was pissed the same as me.

Selling me out. I yelled out in frustration. They got on my nerves. they always do. Haven't they done enough? “I must have that money returned” The stranger had it wrong. He goes around giving people money for free. I bet he didn't know he had the wrong girl. Who goes around paying people's parents for deals? Is he professional at all? I mean I am old enough. I’m 19. The one hundred thousand dollars was a gift to my parents. Yes, it must be.

“Don’t let him hear you or you’ll feed his ego.” “Ego? I’ll sell my pride to lick his shoe. I don’t even mind baby mama and you’re not excited you are going to marry one of the richest men with a net worth of a hundred and sixty five billion dollars next month. When I say I have useless friends, you will protest.” “I thought we were not waking up to violence.” “Didn’t mean it didn’t choose me but forget you; bring some snacks to the table while I get to know my first wealthy friend.” Grace said as she hopped with excitement to the living room.

Dazzled them with big words and colorful charts and a slick sale? Griff knew damn good and well what would have happened: they’d have bought in. Despite his Dad’s life-long mistrust of city boys and rich bankers, he’d have liked Wilbur Worthington just fine, all because the man had come from the dirtiest of dirt-poor backgrounds. Worthington had started with less than nothing and he’d fought and worked his way up from the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. Ralph Griffin would have respected that gritty and grim climb up and out, and he’d have seen a man who understood poverty intimately, who understood it deep in his bones. A man who had breathed it, and bathed in it, and battled to escape

With her world revolving in front of her eyes, Celeste looked down at the check placed in front of her, when Carl's voice shocked her to the core and she felt the world closing up on her. “ DYLAN GRAY BOUGHT YOU FOR HUNDRED MILLION! ”

5 years later "I'm Grace reporting here live at the Grand Silverman mansion. Anyone who is anyone in the show business, Wall Street, the richest and most famous are all here to attend a celebration party event that is being done to honour the late Lauren Silverman. From famous celebs, directors, rich businessman to billionaires from all over the world, they are all here at this grand luxurious mansion. And it is even being rumored that the president might be one of the honored guests attending. Apparently millions of dollars have been spent in hosting this party as you can expect nothing less from a party of this magnitude. From the tightened security of many man in black everywhere to the w

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

He was dominant yet so very gentle with his hands. "So, how are things going with Jake?" Lucy suddenly asked and slurped loudly on her milkshake. "Yeah, you moved in with his dad, right?" Charlotte's eyes were already sparkling with interest. The lanky blonde was a bubbly person. "I heard he is a billionaire and a very successful CEO, right?" "Very successful?" Lucy snorted. "Griffin Archer owns iSky, and you know how popular their phones and computers are. They are on top in the technology industry. He is more than successful. The man is a god."