Billion Dollar Mansion Novels & Stories

Albeit the sky was dark, the lights across everywhere illuminated her vision. Driving through the circular driveway, the driver halted the car at the feet of a sumptuous looking mansion that wowed Missy away the moment her eyes met with it. She forgot who’s taking her in, he’s not ordinarily named the youngest billionaire in the city. These are one of the qualifications that made him that, one could guess the exorbitant fortune it took to construct the house. And it’s easily one of the richest homes in the city. It was richly built and well fortified with elegance.

She was hoping to distract him and get him back into the car. “You’ve come again, ma’am,” one of the constructors cried. He had a helmet on and in his grip was the building plan. Felicia hated that the man talked to her. She would much rather he pretended not to know her. Dion turned to see Felicia shrug. “I bet you cannot wait for your new home.” “Your home?” “No, it’s—” Dion was even more curious. He went closer. The constructor continued to address Felicia, “You know, you don’t have to keep making rounds every minute. Your house is done. So, don’t you think this is really worth million Rands?”

"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."

No matter how long I had lived in New York, it would never really be home. It was weird to think I was a billionaire now. When I had helped Uncle Dean run the company, I’d had a taste of the lavish life my dad had lived, but I had never had as much money as he had. He’d left me the company, but his money had gone to charities. Now that I had sold the business to Uncle Dean, I had so much money, I could drown in it.

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?”