Romans & histoires Billion Dollar Mansion

“Thirty… days? ” “Yes.” “Why me? ” “That”, he said, lowering his voice, “is what I’m trying to figure out.” The room felt too warm. Or maybe that was just me melting. He extended his hand. “So, Miss Brooks. Do you accept the offer? ” I stared at his hand. His eyes. The city is behind him. My mind was just about my empty wallet. Thirty days with a billionaire. What could possibly go wrong? “I…” My voice wobbled.

"Why hide it now? We're adults, we can speak openly. Besides, it's your son's money, and you know no one can tell him or question him about what he should do with it. Now, tell me. What the hell is the problem? Why all this panic?" "You still don't understand, Bruno," Anton said in a cold, icy tone. "I need you to find out who the woman is that he spent all those damn millions on and make her disappear as soon as possible. If she's aware of what goes on clandestinely and knows she was bought from that place, it will land us in trouble." "I still don't see what kind of trouble, who would she believe that she's been bought by the billionaire of the club?" **** Björn opened the door to the suit

Well I don't apologise so I just continued on my way when I heard her yell "Jerk" I stopped on my tracks to give her a fitting reply but, luckily for her she already left the building. I went into the conference room. I should introduce myself. I'm Adrain Ivan Stone, the youngest and most successful multi billionaire. The media portray he as a ruthless, selfish and dangerous man but guess what, they are right. I am the second richest man after the president in NYC, you can call me corky or obnoxious but ladies fall at my feet, they treasure the floor I walk on. Well, I can't blame them, with my 6 ft 4 height, and a face like mine even I will fall for myself but I don't care about that. I was

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

He chuckles. Few minutes later, we pull up at the mansion and it feels like forever since I've been here. Since it's bright outside, I take note of everything outside and the structure of the mansion. The gates opens and Quill drives in as I stare at the building before me. I really can't describe it but I'm certain this house alone cost more than a hundred million dollars. Men on Black scatter around the outside and they're mostly armed.

“Wow, this place is really beautiful, but isn't it a bit over the top, is it? Do you only think about buying a mansion? “I stare at them all. “We like exaggerated things, my love. You know that, you were our maid and saw many things we bought. Alex laughs lightly. I shake my head. “But that's really an exaggeration, how much does this mansion cost? I ask, walking across the living room. “About sixty million dollars. Jessica and I both widened our eyes at Dylan in shock. “Fuck, you guys really are pretty flamboyant.” Jess's tone is one of surprise. “Nothing. Christopher says. '' That's nothing. I roll my eyes. “I know nothing. I take Jessica's hand and drag her upstairs, listening to their la

“He’s a drop dead handsome billionaire that anyone with common sense would want in their pocket, and you’re moving into his space. I’m just saying, stay focused on the data, not the man.” I shoved in a pair of jeans with more force than necessary. “There is zero chance of that happening.” She rolled her eyes with such theatrical force I thought they might get stuck. “It’s not every day you stumble across a man willing to wire hundred million dollars for a pretend housewife. I’ll emphasize on that outrageous amount again, that’s more than enough capital to build a conglomerate from scratch if you want to.” “Still not the point,” I grumbled.