Billionaire Art Collector Novels & Stories

Rose waited for Ben to nod before she went on. “I remembered a news report which said that half of the world’s wealth was owned by one percent of the world’s population.” Ben waved her on to continue. “That whoever was doing this was taking payments in gold, art, and antiques. Ty told me that. Now, my father was visited at least once by an antique dealer from an auction house. I remember this because I accidentally ran into her at the packhouse when she was there.” “Yeah, so?” Ben didn’t see the connection because he didn’t see the packhouse and how much it lost in its art and display pieces.

" Yeah we did." The evening unfolded smoothly, with collectors and critics showing real interest in the exhibits. But more than sales, tonight was about reputation, proving that Carter Art had endured and remained a significant force in the art community. Later in the night, a man dressed in a perfectly tailored suit approached her, his presence demanding attention—polished, self-assured, and radiating affluence. "You must be Leila Carter," he said smoothly. She recognized him instantly as Alexander Bills, a powerful investor whose influence spanned both the art and business worlds.

She could see the disappointment on his face, but before he could press further, another person appeared. This time it was a woman in her fifties wearing a purple dress that looks very expensive. She had the look of someone who spent a lot of money trying to look younger than she was. "Miss Elena, I'm Catherine Worthington," the woman said, not bothering to shake hands. "My family owns Worthington Gallery. We specialize in contemporary art from emerging artists." "Art galleries," Elena said. "That's quite different from financial services." Catherine smiled, showing perfectly white veneers. "Art is more than decoration, Miss Elena. It's an investment. The right pieces can appreciate faster t

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Elena said immediately. “It really is,” Stacy agreed. I rubbed my forehead. This was why I avoided telling them things. “Can we please talk about something else?” “Fine,” Elena said with a suspiciously sweet smile. “Corporate event next week.” Stacy grinned wickedly. “And guess who will be attending?” I tried to act like I didn’t care. “Who?” “Sebastian Cross again.” Stacy wiggled her eyebrows. “A whole billionaire with cheekbones that could cut glass.”

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

His father owned the largest men's underpants company in the country. "Twelve million," A beautiful young lady whose father was a wealthy politician said, as she had always had her eyes on Dalton for a very long time. Liking things of the same taste wouldn't be that bad. "Seventeen million," Collin inputted, trying to reason hard in his head why that person was trying to buy the painting too. He had bid more than he had ever planned on the painting, even if his personal funds from London had still not been transferred into his dollar account. He had limited personal funds to himself, and he would soon exhaust them on a painting.