Billion Dollar Mansion Novels & Stories

Those words of the doctor still sounded in my head, with the ting effect of a bell sounding in the cathedral, even after I had dashed out to go in search of money which we didn’t have. Later, while swallowed in my misery and gloom, a young beautiful nurse by name, Stella, told me of a billionaire by name, Fanny Luis, who was worth fifty billion dollars and the richest family in Rio Hondo. “Listen Melissa,” Nurse Stella had said, “If you could get to the billionaire he would certainly be of help,” she told me emphatically. “He is very generous. I can count quite a number of Rio Hondo he has helped.” Later, at twilight, she took me to this huge edifice, a villa with plaster of gold and preciou

He chuckled. “W-what do you want from me..? We lost everything. Just leave me alone.” I choked. “Lost everything? I know how much that apartment you live in costs. And look at you, grocery shopping so casually. Our dear daughter is living in a billion dollar mansion, the type you only see in dreams. So she must be sending you a whole lot of money. I’m here to take my share. After all, she’s my daughter too.” Billion-dollar mansion? I knew her employer was very rich, but she never mentioned anything like that to me.

Not yet. But a warning. Two souls on the brink of a cliff, held together with paper and deceits. and a storm rushing in quick. When they pulled up at Billionaire's mansion of Billion clan The Bentley drove over marble lions, decorated gates, and trimmed hedges that rose up as high as walls. Fiona gazed from the window at the vast estate that was less like a house and more like Versailles had been bullied into resurrection by contemporary capitalism. This place has a zip code of its own," she grumbled.

, she scoffed and I rolled my eyes. "Unfortunately that's true", I sighed and went to sleep still very aware of the eyes watching me from behind that tree. That tingling sensation returned. The next morning, I found the mansion Snow had demanded. It was a big 23 rooms mansion, with a huge swimming pool. I would have preferred to stay lowkey but Snow will have nothing of it. " I would like to buy this house," I said to the agent showing me the house. "That will be 5 million dollars. Cash or card ?", he asked.

When she first saw his mansion, she almost whistled. It was at least twice as big as she would have guessed, and was located right on the beach. It had to be a ten million dollar house. He parked the car in the garage, and they went inside. The butler was waiting for him. So, I guess he does have some people that do things for him, she thought. He didn't seem too surprised to see Mr. Hayes with a different woman than the one he left with, but he probably saw a lot of that while working here. He said a quick greeting and then disappeared.

“We are.” The penthouse had billions. This house had $4,200 short. And everything. End

Shane yanks the book off from Shyra's lap and put it down on the coffee table. She looks at him in shock not knkwing what to do, "Okay, I want you to fully understand where I'm coming from with this" Shane starts, and my mind goes blank at what he says next. "Father invited us over to his mansion at Highbury, England" He starts, patiently looking at her and observing her reaction. "Hun, haven't I already had enough?" Shyra trails off, the words coming out easily. "Your father denied all of

If stares could kill, I'm pretty sure i would be seven feets below already. "Hmmm, that does not look good. But i like it!" Mama joyce smirked beside me, "You order everything, its on me!" My mouth fell open and i turned to her, "Lets make those bitches pay!" her voice rang out as she banged the table. Hell, yea! "Up next! A luxurious mansion in Beverly Hills... going for $60 million" and as usual figures rang out, $70m!" $75m! And just when i was about stating mine, someone beat me to it. "$90m!"

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

Danielle's POV " Welcome to my home, that is now yours as well," Marcus announced with not-so-well-hidden irony, right after the taxi driver helped me transfer him back to his wheelchair. " It is beautiful," I replied politely. This house was far from beautiful, but I did not want to hurt his feelings. It was an old cottage house that needed some serious repairs. The paint was peeling off the walls, and the back and front yards looked more like a jungle, from what I have noticed.