Novel & Cerita Amy Griffin Billionaire

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.”

“But not to watch your show.” Vivian’s smile faltered. “I will have company.” With my rich boyfriend.” She laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the corridor. “Rich? Boyfriend?” “He is a significant business executive in New York. Heir to a substantial fortune,” I continued to lie, feeling my stomach turn. I needed her to feel a minimum of doubt. “Really?” The lines on her face drew into pure incredulity. “I am anxious to meet him.” For a moment, Vivian stood still, frozen in front of me. She was trying to assimilate the idea that I could have something of value. Then, she turned her feet and walked away, taking the news to the campus.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

"I was willing to forgive you." "Forgive me?" He laughed again, louder this time. "I don't need your forgiveness, you stupid bitch. I needed your company. And thanks to those papers you signed so eagerly, I already sold it. The funds hit my offshore account an hour ago." I staggered as his words hit me hard. I refused to believe he would do something like that. "You sold Vance Inc? Brian, that was my father’s life!" "And now it's my retirement fund," he snapped without a sign of remorse.

"How do you mean? He asked. "The young boy, who just lost her parents at the time, came into the school as a disguised Billionaire, making every one believe that he was in the school on scholarship, but very few persons who knew him, told us everything". She says, almost whispering this time, as if someone might be listening. "Who is this secret billionaire? He asked, getting more interested in the story. "He is Craig Anderson, the only grand son of the Anderson, the president of the Apple international technological industries". She says with a knowing smile.

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

His gaze was cold, yet his charismatic aura silenced the crowd. Kimmy’s eyes widened. That man was not the fifty-five-year-old she had been told about. Kimmy’s heart pounded harder. She truly couldn’t understand. When she finally reached the altar, the man’s name rang clearly as the pastor introduced him. “Mr. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood.” Kimmy froze, her eyes growing wide. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood. The name was not unfamiliar. The richest young man in the capital, a billionaire known for his coldness, cruelty, and constant presence in business magazines and on television. Rumors even said he often changed partners.