Bernard Dowd Novels & Stories

Dad was forced to marry her in exchange to save their company from going bankrupt. Julian Adam, or my dad, is an amazing investor, and the best company to supply all kinds of needs to ships and vessels. He's opened three more sights since then, making it into a bigger company. His main warehouse is in San Pedro, California where most vessels arrive. It has given mom the lavish life that she likes; filled with expensive cars, designer clothes, the house of her dreams, and a fancy lavish life.

It happened. As soon as Gordon secured the new deal with that pharmaceutical company, Dawn’s business phone blew up with congratulatory messages, all wanting to interview the elusive businessman. After his net worth doubled in a few hours, he was the hottest man in town. Jenny and Gordon couldn’t stop the persistent press from camping outside the office building. Thankfully, security was tight, and Dawn managed to escape, driving off in his tinted sedan. He had never been happier about the real estate investment in this city. Even if those news reporters gave chase, they couldn’t enter the tightly secured luxury condominium many other highly-profiled individuals lived in.

Donovan took hold of Boma’s hand and they followed behind his grandfather. When they entered the house, Boma marveled at the interior. A nice clean scent was in the air. It smelled like some sort of fresh air freshener and made her want to keep staying there. Again, she controlled herself from inhaling deeply. She didn’t want to embarrass herself. She also admired the interior décor. Everything was shiny and big. “Grandpa is a Civil Engineer by profession,” Donovan informed her. “He always gets contracts from the government and private clients and firms. And lest I forget, he is the CEO of Azel company as well as the Executive director of Garrett farms which he inherited from my great grandp

Damien Dowell had built empires from whispers. He had bought and sold men twice his age before he was twenty-five. At thirty-one, he was no longer simply a businessman—he was a force. His companies stretched across the nation: technology, finance, pharmaceuticals, even discreet stakes in the supernatural world’s old trade routes. People called him a genius, a billionaire with the instincts of a predator. But lately, something unexpected gnawed at him. A pull. It wasn’t money, nor power, nor the endless deals that kept him awake at night.

bernard. "Hi Mr.bernard." I said stretching out my hand for a handshake. "Hi Mr.Bernard." Dexter greeted as he replied him. Mr.Bernard should be about 45 years of age, he is pretty rich also, he invested in our company not too long ago. He came closer to me as he touched my waist and rubbed it. "You have pretty change huh? Just few months after I met you." He said with a very low voice. I wasn't comfortable at all.

am doing you guys a favor."I couldnt help but notice his large eye balls. "The bar will be demolished and not even a bottle cap shall be saved.” He said. “If you can get the construction workers to leave our bar then why not get them to do so then we pay you,” I said boldly. He laughed for a quite a long time then began. “Do you think you can pay me?” he challenged. “I own the largest bar in this neighborhood. I own Greenland as well as half the grocery stores in this entire place.” He boasted. “Then getting the construction people to stay off our property won’t be a big deal.” I said. I was ready to argue. “Of what use will that tiny bar be to you by the way?” I asked. “Wait till you see w