Billion Dollar Mansion Novels & Stories

She sat up and roamed her eyes around the living room. Matthias house was a modern mansion which billionaires like him typically lives in. Amber thought it was too big for a single man to live in. The walls were painted white but most of the pieces of furniture were color black. There was also a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the living area and a white grand piano placed on a corner. "He doesn't even have any picture frames around here or any paintings that would show his family," Amber whispered while walking around the living area like a thief trying to find something she could steal.

She reached down, her fingers gripping her gown with such force that her knuckles turned a porcelain white. Beside her, Dominic didn't look up from his device, but a slow, knowing smirk tugged at his mouth. He didn't need to see her face to know the exact moment her bravado had failed. The car slowed, turning off the main road and gliding into the gates of a white mansion. It was a monolith of modern architecture, stark and imposing against the sky. Ava’s mouth dropped open slightly as she took in the scale of the estate. It was beautiful, yes, but it felt more like a fortress than a home.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

"Walk away to where?" "To wherever you want. With five hundred thousand dollars in your bank account," he said. He let the number hang there. "That is enough to pay off every cent of your mother’s bills. It’s enough to buy her a house. It’s enough to make sure you never have to pour coffee for a man like Joe ever again." I thought about the $12.43 in my bank account. I thought about the red paper in my hand. Then I thought about the baby. A baby. My brain couldn't even process it. It felt like a movie script, not my life.

"A billion?" Ice chuckled at her shock, a protective pride swelling in his chest. He gestured to the property deeds. "And these two? They are located in the city’s most prestigious gold-coast districts. Each one is worth tens of millions. They aren't just houses; they are fortresses of status." A billion in shares. Tens of millions in real estate. Snow felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room. She had survived on scraps and rainwater for six years, and now she was being told she was a billionaire. "All of this... belongs to us?"

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

Donovan's phone rings. "Son what is this that we are funding to rebuild an apartment complex?" his father answers on the other line. "Sorry father. I was going to tell you about it tonight. My friends building burned down last night. They nearly died in the fire. I felt it would be good for the family if we give back to the community a little. This lady is my nanny. She lived in the building. What do you think father? Can we help out?" asks Donovan hoping to get his father's approval on the project.

Ava said, she arched her brows, not sure if this was the same man that has have her stern jobs to do? "Where are you?, I'm hungry" he raised his brows and zoomed out of his big mansion. "I'm at home, good morning s… "Is my nanny at home too?" He smiles, praying deeply that she was still around. "Yes, she's preparing breakfast" Ava talked slowly. "Tell her, I'll be there" he dropped the call and drove crazily on the road. Overjoyed would be an understatement for his mood at the moment, he just seem to be the happiest person on Earth at the moment.

"Thirty days? That's incredibly fast." Alexander scrolled through the article, his eyes scanning the details. "They owe over fifty million dollars. Multiple mortgages, unpaid taxes, defaulted loans. Richard leveraged that house to the breaking point." Mona walked over and sat beside Alexander, reading over his shoulder. The article included a photograph of the Caldwell mansion - a grand three-story structure with white columns, perfectly manicured gardens, and wrought-iron gates that had always symbolized power and privilege in Boston. "It's beautiful," Mona said softly. "I can see why your family loved it."

I'll just try the best that I can. The day has ended and it is time for the maids to rest. What makes this mansion very different is that each one of us have our own rooms, except when one isn't used to being alone. I don't mind being alone so I was given my own room. The room's actually big, this can even be compared to our living room. Is Mr. Bertrand really just a billionaire or much higher than that? Or is there such a thing?