Amy Griffin Billionaire Novels & Stories

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

“He did go to a private boys’ school. But you know, Faye grew up with him since childhood, and Faye is female. Besides, he went to the same university as me, and I'm not male either. I don't think we can entirely blame it on him attending an all-boys school. His family background is the real root cause.” “Well, the woes of wealth. Turns out cash can’t fix everything, huh?” Grace mutters, rolling her eyes. Then she sighs, dragging a hand through her hair. “But you’re right. About him. Riley Griffin does own a lots of things. The guy’s basically a walking green flag on paper. Looks, money, manners... If he wasn’t such a jerk to you, I’d probably hate him less.”

The caption from some business account: "GRACE Founder Grace Monroe discusses potential partnership with Cross Properties CEO Ethan Cross." I stared at the photo trying to find something innocent in it. But the way they were sitting close, the wine glasses, the intimacy of the table placement, nothing about this looked like a business dinner. This looked like a date. I clicked on Ethan Cross's profile before I could stop myself. Scrolled through posts of a man who was exactly what Grace should want. Self-made billionaire. Real estate empire built from nothing. Philanthropist who donated to causes Grace cared about. Harvard educated. Handsome in that clean-cut way that looked trustworthy. Eve

One of them said and the others cried along, they are four in number and there was no assurance that one of them is going to leave there freely. The boss turned a guard and dropped the weed in his hands. "Execute." He ordered and they shot them immediately, he walked past them and walked out of the warehouse. Logan Griffo is a popular young man who is well known over the country for his multiple companies, products, cars, and estates. Logan is a twenty-five years old handsome man who lives a very secretive life. As famous as he is no one knows about his private life, all they know is that his name is Logan Griffo and he is one of the richest men in New York and some countries.

Griffith gave her a cold look, and she snorted. Griffith deliberately moved a bit farther away to make the call. Charlotte lay on the sofa and found a bag of unexpired beef jerky under the coffee table, so she tore it open on the spot. Meanwhile, Griffith had already started making the call. She listened with perked-up ears while searching for information about Griffith's net worth. She couldn't find information about hidden assets, so she directly checked the stock price of the Wilson family, which gave her the shock of her life. Just Griffith's current stock holdings amounted to 13 billion dollars. And he had offered her half of his net worth earlier!

“D*mn it, who are those people? They actually have the audacity to ruin the host’s event—at a grand opening ceremony! Isn’t he afraid of being persecuted? After all, this is Mr. Larson we’re talking about. He’s the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp!” “He’s also the owner of the Leap League Advertising Agency. They have a net worth of over a few billion dollars and they’re unfathomably powerful. How dare he crash Mr. Larson’s opening ceremony! He has a death wish!” “Hmph. You’re not very bright, are you? That young man is Hanson Griffin, and he’s a part of the Northmob Council. His father is Xander Griffin, the vice president of the Northmob Council! He’s incomparably more powerful than Za

Rif put his hands on his hips and looked around. “You know how smart Grace is.” Vincent started. He waited until Rif nodded in understanding before continuing on. “Years ago, Grace was messing around on a computer designing program. I had seen what she had accomplished and decided to patent it. It is now a global program that has made her a millionaire.” Rif looked taken aback. “Grace is a millionaire?” “Technically, it is almost to billionaire status, but who the fuck is keeping track?” Rolling my eyes, I just kept listening to the shit show.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

Not a powerful man using his wealth to impress a struggling woman, but two broken people finding comfort in each other. "You never told me any of this." "What was I supposed to say? That my first wife spent our entire marriage lying to me? That I was so desperate for genuine affection that I latched onto a stranger in a nightclub?" "You could have told me the truth." "The truth would have changed everything. You would have seen me as pathetic instead of powerful." "I would have seen you as human." Liam laughed bitterly. "Humans don't run a billion-dollar company. Humans don't survive in my world."

he said warmly. “Go back to your room, Hope, before I kick your butt for calling me greedy,” I warned, narrowing my eyes. She giggled, her hands over her mouth, before darting down the hall. Christian looked back at me, still amused. “Even your daughter knows you’re being greedy.” I arched a brow, my arms still crossed under my breasts. “What can I say? I saw a billionaire willing to pay for my time, and I took advantage of it.”