Billionaire Art Collector Novels & Stories

“Every cent, every property, every share—anything in there—goes to a cancer and arts foundation in her name. She hasn’t even started it yet, but she will. She’s that kind of person. The rest, whatever’s left, use it however you want. You’ve been running the show since day one anyway.” Now he does take the envelope, slowly, like it might explode. “You realize what you’re giving up?” “List them for me,” I say. He clears his throat. “All right. Off the top of my head: The London townhouse, the Paris penthouse, the Aspen lodge, the Turks and Caicos estate. Three yachts. A controlling share in Hernandez Holdings’ shipping subsidiary. The private art collection in storage—Picasso, Basquiat, Monet.

He was sitting down thinking of ways he could solve the problem and clear his name when someone knocked on the door. " Yes come in" Captain Robert said. "hello my friend!" Collins, Captain Robert's friend from college came to visit him. He is a rich bachelor who always like to dress fancy for anything he wears ranging from his shades, clothes, shoes, even his socks are all designers plus he is handsome, tall and light skinned, he is the CEO of a big time art gallery named "MILESTONE ENTERPRISE" he owns different varieties of flashy cars including the famous Rolls Royce ghost and a huge mansion at the VALLEY COAST ESTATE which has one of the most expensive houses in the city.

Riley's face lit up with excitement. It was no surprise she was antsy. The stakes were high with 75 million dollars on the line. With Trevon recently tightening the purse strings, Riley had been feeling the pinch. "I've got a buddy, a real art buff, who's snagged a bunch of masterpieces. He caught wind of the deal and just rang me up, said he's keen on buying. If you're out of leads, how about I introduce you to this guy? Don't sweat it. His pockets are as deep as the Gibsons', he'll pay top dollar."

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

The room was electric with excitement as they struggled to outbid each other. "$200,000," the anchor announced, her voice clear and confident. A bulky-looking man raised his tag, shouting "$250,000!" The crowd erupted in cheers, and Sophia's eyes sparkled with amusement. Her artwork was making a remarkable statement. "$250,000... any higher bidder?" the anchor asked, her eyes scanning the room. The hall fell silent, with everyone waiting in anticipation. No one stood up, and the anchor was about to make her declaration. "Love beyond borders” pieces by Sophia jerkins would be going for 250…..." she said, but before she could finish, a voice boomed from the congregation.

“I thought that score was lost during the Russian Revolution.” “Debrassy continues to amaze us all,” the governor’s wife, a sparkling young trophy sitting next to one of the most powerful politicians in the country, “A true prince of New York.” Picking up her paddle, she giggles as she makes the opening bid of 500 million dollars. “$650 million,” a famous entrepreneur offers to widespread grumbles of disappointment. Everyone knows he doesn’t even like the arts. He’s probably going to destroy the treasures as part of some publicity stunt.

"Mister Penn, I hope you'll stop coming into contact with the Jonan family after this. We won't be able to guarantee your safety if you breach that boundary again." The two men left after that. Tina came over to Wilbur. "Were they trying to buy the collection back?" "Yep." Wilbur nodded. "They might be able to get a part of it back, but it'll be impossible to recover all of it." Cape owned the biggest consignment business in the entire world, where tens of billions of dollars' worth of transactions happened every single day. Also, Wilbur could not help but feel a little sorry for Madam Marie and her father. The Jonan clan could have bought over the collections anytime, but Greg had done no s

Jessica said. “It’s true that I am connected to that family, but it’s only by name. The arts don’t interest me much even though I’m an avid collector of priceless antiques. I made my billions in an entirely different field. “What field is that, if I may ask?” “Let’s talk about that another day,” Arnault replied. “Come to think of it. Why was a beautiful lady like you walking all alone at the time of the night on that day? Especially on a Halloween night.”

“Everything is ready, Meghan. The hundred thousand dollars will be sent right now, but I need your signature on the nondisclosure agreement before we cross the gates of the estate, or my dad will call the whole thing off.” I cut the call without giving him a reassuring answer, shoving the phone into my front denim pocket. “You are actually going through with this,” Sofia said, setting her mug down on the table with a soft rattle. “Meghan, he is a billionaire property developer. If his family realizes you are trying to trap him, they will completely blackball you from every design firm in the country.” “They won’t realize anything,” I said, pulling the straps of my bag over my shoulders. “The