Billion Dollar Mansion Novels & Stories

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

Leah replied as she signaled to Kelvin. "Sure. It's cool." Kelvin replied as he took his laptop bag which he had dropped on the table while coming downstairs. As the duo left the mansion, Kelvin had his maid instructed as they bowed to him. Even though they are not as much as the ones in Carl's place, one can also agree that he was also rich but not as rich as Carl who owned a tech company.

Apparently it was no longer the same as it was before, the mansion was now larger as it had been expanded after the owner bought the other two mansions next door for expansion. It was rumoured to have uncountable number of rooms from indoor tennis courts, indoor theatre, party rooms, spa room, libraries, soccer ground etc and many more. Heck the place at about a hundred people assigned to look after it from maids, waiters, butlers etc. However the garage was another grand thing as it had cars that many people dreamed in their unimaginable dreams. The swimming pools, the Jacuzzi, it was the dream home. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our humble billion dollar abode." I, Nathan Curtis Silver

Obviously he lives in a mansion right in the middle of Mayfair. I guess there is no other way to describe his home other than to say it is exactly what someone would expect from a Russian billionaire. Lofty ceilings, granite floors, leather walls, marble pillars, intricate moldings, all designer inspired and executed from head to toe. His housekeeper, Yana, comes out to the hallway to greet me. She is polite but stiff. She offers a tour, but I decline, so she takes me upstairs to my room. The room is cream and gold. It looks totally pristine. As if no one has ever lived in it.

"Oh, sweetheart, you really spoil me. But the bay mansion's perfect for now. We'll save the one in Moon Manor for after the wedding—our future love nest, okay?" Bayhills mansions started at fifty million, while the mansions in Moon Manor boasting panoramic ocean views easily soared past a hundred million. Amelia knew just flashing a deed to a Bayhills mansion would be enough to make Damian eat his heart out, she didn't even have to bring up the ultra-exclusive estate on Moon Manor, at least not yet. As soon as "Moon Manor" rolled off her tongue, everyone around her sucked in a sharp breath, their eyes wide with disbelief before skepticism hardened their faces.

He had been through enough for them to stand on equal ground now. Even if Stephen did not want to give him the money, he still had a plan. All it would take was calling Jeremy in, and everything would come crashing down. Stephen sighed. "I don't have that kind of money." "You don't?" Andy laughed. "Your grandmother alone gifted you 300 million dollars on your birthday. Besides, you still have two villas in Heavens Estate." Heavens Estate was a wealthy residential area, and the cheapest house there cost 800 thousand dollars per square meter.

“Haha, naturally, that wouldn’t have been a big deal. However, we ran into Fane there! “You should know that mansion costs thirty million bucks, and Fane spent ninety-five million to buy that mansion! Tell me, where did he get all that money from?” Ken cackled out loud and said, “Coincidentally, we also noticed that wealthy lady leaving that mansion. So, tell me. Don’t you think they’re in a relationship with one another? Isn’t he a scummy man?”

It was way bigger than that! Sherry Hue noticed a combination of numerous floors of a high rise building and a residential area that resembled a garden as soon as she got out of the automobile. Bryan's residence is a posh condominium called Golden Edge. A typical wealthy family will not be able to afford to live in this new residential area due to the high cost and tight security. Additionally, no one can purchase a home in this area due to the high cost. She had heard that a mansion here would cost at least $50 billion.

“I haven’t held a golf club in my life.” “Tennis?” “Nope.” “But you can swim?” “Yes.” “So why didn’t you buy a house that has a swimming pool? You’re a billionaire, you can do it?” “Am I a billionaire? Well, I have a few hundred millions in different banks here and abroad. And I have some businesses and properties which if you liquidate would run to a few hundred millions, too. Yes, my net worth is more than a billion pesos, so yes, I am a billionaire. But not all billionaires want a mansion or a palace or a castle. Or a swimming pool. I don’t even have a bath tub.” He chuckled. “Besides, those money, my mother just gave it to me.”

Isla’s nerves lingered, so Gareth played soft jazz to soothe her. The car soon stopped before a towering mansion, easily ten thousand square feet or more. Isla thought she had seen extravagance with the penthouse and the companies, but this place left her speechless. Every Khan property she discovered seemed grander than the last. Inside, her gaze immediately landed on a dining table overflowing with thousands of dishes, maids still adding more. “I thought I was only meeting your mother?” Isla asked, confused. “Of course. She just likes to be dramatic. She won’t even eat half of this,” Gareth sighed.