Novel & Cerita Andy Ye Billionaire

I hadn't even started work yet and people were already getting me tasks to be done. I sat down behind the desk and switched on the computer. I checked the emails for anything I could reply to important messages or texts. I looked at the file on the table again. I wasn't going to give him. He said he would get to me when he needs me. Having nothing to do I brought out my phone and called Em on it. I showed her around the office and the view of the town. She oohed and ahhed at everything. Screaming again when I told her my boss was the famed tech billionaire who was building a dust valley in Las Vegas. After a while she asked about my plans to get a house and enroll Hen in an elementary school

Annabella said and Cindy groaned "Why!!!" She shouted "Because I don't know how to act,I don't even know what to wear" Annabella said "You should have at least asked me" Cindy said "He said I should give him date later" Annabella sighed "Good,tomorrow night would do" Cindy smiled "So...will you tell me about him?" Annabella asked and Cindy smiled "You came to the best" she grinned and cleared her throat "Actually for the past eight years,Thadeus Storm has been declared and known as the richest billionaire in the world,until three years ago" Cindy said and Annabella listened with total interest

I laughed with them while they continue to tease each other. "But if you ever end up with Benedict? You'll be the luckiest woman on Earth!" Kylie says to me. Jonah nods. "I agree." "Like, hello? Let's admit, Benedict is one of the most powerful and richest man in this generation under the age of thirty. He became a billionaire before he reached 20. No, he has been a multi billionaire even before he was born on earth." Kylie states the matter of factly. "Hmmm, but I'm not after all that." I said clearly.

Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

And so, with a heavy heart and a voice that threatens to betray me, I utter the words that seal our fate. "I do." As the ring slips onto my finger, I can feel the weight of it settling like a shackle, binding me to a life that is not my own. And yet, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces and the swell of emotions, I only look for one person. The elegant lady who sat with the groom’s parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never thought I would, and it was because of her that I was pulled into a world that was vastly different from the one I had known all my l

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

I seriously don't know why I'm getting angry over trivial matters. I let go of him immediately and looked away, "If you are still going to the club with me, join me outside immediately or go to the club separately," I say in a voice that leaves room for more conversation. I know we are Alessio billionaires, but we have a boss. My name is Ethan Harrison Green, I'm the son of a Billionaire. I, Petal and Ryder are the Alessio billionaire. My family is the richest, followed by Ryder, then lastly Petal. And so, we accord ourselves the respect of being the leader.

"You are not a father. You are a vulture. And I won't be dead. Michael's knuckles were white as he grabbed the edge of the table. For a moment, he lost his cool, and something much darker came out—a tempest of icy, deadly revenge. The doors to the boardroom sprang open. A messenger came in, out of breath, holding a silver tablet. He didn't say anything; he just slipped the device onto the polished table, where its brilliance lit up everyone's faces. Michael Richards got up slowly, his eyes shining with happiness. "Men, I hope you liked the show." But here comes the encore. Theodore bent over the television, and his dark hair fell across his forehead. "What is this?" "Your empire is falling a

He offers me a sad smiles and I furrow my eyebrows. My dad makes billions off of the most ridiculous thing ever. His father, my grandpa, started an appliance business. Like house appliances. We make everything you could think of, stoves, refrigerators, washing machines, dryers. Anything you can think of, we make. You wouldn't think that we'd be rich off of it but boy are we. That's why I'm glad Blake is taking over the company and I'm taking over the clothes company. My dad around five years ago bought out a furnishing company. We sell everything you need in a home, half of our stock goes to stores like IKEA and Sears.

I say with disbelief. "Everything will be fine. You don't have to worry." Sydney says this as he takes my hand. He rubs the back of my hand soothingly and I look at his face. I never knew I would be the one to marry the handsome cold billionaire. One of the most feared mafia lords. One of the hottest bachelors. I remember reading of how Sydney dated so many hot women and I smirk. He's mine now. "All you have to do is defeat the Italians." With that we finish our dinner. I start to pick up the plates but Sydney insists on doing everything as I watch him. After he's done I decide on getting some sleep. I feel so tired.