Billionaire Art Collector Novels & Stories

“A means to create wealth while also fostering the arts.” “Art isn’t exactly the most lucrative business,” I replied, arching a brow. “Not in the traditional sense, no. Upon still for the right buyers, certain pieces can worth a fortune.” Albert said, his mouth quivered in humor. “This gallery is also personal. It’s for my daughter," he added. He winked at me when we came to a stop in front of a young woman. She was elegantly dressed in a simple gown, her dark hair glistened like polished wood. She was tall and graceful.

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

They drove in the compound and there were six cars parked on the side, each of them looked pretty expensive. " Close your mouth," Lilian said while chuckling. " I can't, this is beautiful, I never knew your brother was this rich." Regina replied while staring at the mansion. As they got down from the car, the butler came in to carry her bags from the trunk of the car. " Those are mine, I'll carry them myself," Regina insisted but the butler carried the bags. " Please let me do my job," the butler said as he collected the bags from her.

Liam …..THREE WEEKS LATER. “I must admit your collection is really beautiful.” Layla, another one of my biggest clients says as she gazes at the painting on the wall beside mine. Another one of those extremely wealthy clients that got their fortune from a late husband. “How did you get that?” She continues to stare, mesmerized by the beauty of the artwork. I smile. “Which?”

he said softly, “Whatever you need to tell yourself.” ─𖤝─ Rino ─𖤝─ Age 43 | The Aurelio Marcone Retrospective | Chicago’s Annual Billionaire Art Gala The thing about betrayal was that it made everything clearer. The room glowed gold and white, stupid modern art hanging from wires, and paintings that looked like someone let a toddler loose with a brush and cocaine. Billionaires clinked their glasses, laughing too loud, talking too big. They all pretended to love art, but we all knew the truth.

I asked him, and I could see he was in deep thought. "Two men I can think of would have the financial means and the personality to be called a collector. One is in Italy, and he moves black market art mostly, but my patroling mermen and mermaids have reported him moving other things too. He is human, but I suspect he knows their are other beings in this world, but he has no intentional solid connections to supernatural beings as far as my recon has yeilded." he answered as he moved to a shelf, behing him and pulling a file out. "The second is an individual of vast wealth. He lives on a private Island off the greek islands. His background is ominous, to say the least. His family line seems to

Mr Billy informed. Was it weird that he had asked me the idea behind the painting? And he gave me a questioning look when I said it was nothing but an inspiration, yet he didn't push it. “A million and a hundred dollars.” Mr Hearts bidded. He was dressed in a suit and wearing glasses. He was one of Alabama's biggest clients. He was known to collect Art more than he did with women. This was his healthy obsession. “A million and three hundred.” Miss July countered, and I watched her send him a smug look. Sometimes, I wondered why the two weren't married, given how they were always on one another’s neck.

Atif answered. "Thank you in advance Sir." Vanesa said with a sweet smile in her face trying to catch the attention of Atif. But Atif just ignored that. Atif knew what was behind that smile. He knew that Vanesa wanted to be noticed by him. And that thing is not new to Atif. Atif used in those kind of situations. Many girls, ladies or women behave like that in front of Atif. They aspire to become Atif's girlfriend or wife. Because Atif is not just a successor of Haris in his position as a Chief Executive Officer of the large scale company H & A Summit Holdings, Inc. He has a lot of money, in his young age-he is considered a billionaire.

"Of course I am. I spent months on that acquisition." "Then let me make it up to you." He pulled out his phone and showed her several images. "This is the collection I mentioned. Private collector in London, looking to sell quietly. Twelve pieces....three Monets, two Renoirs, a Degas, several others. Similar quality to Rousseau, possibly better provenance." Lyra's breath caught. The pieces were stunning. "Why hasn't this been made public?" "The collector wants discretion. Family situation....divorce, asset division, that sort of thing. He's only showing the collection to a select few galleries." Julian's eyes met hers. "I can get you a viewing. Next week, if you're interested."