Billionaire Athlete Novels & Stories

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

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. "But I hope he's staying long as our professor and not just here for a project or something."

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

It’s not like you’re a famous superstar, actor, or freaking billionaire! “I am,” he said. I can’t help but laugh. He’s what? I said three things: is he a superstar? Well, he’s handsome, tall, and hot, so that he can pass as a superstar or an actor. His voice is natural, not deep, but sexy so that he could be a superstar, I suppose. But I never heard of him. I don’t even know him. “What? “Are you an actor?” “Billionaire.” “Billionaire?”

I broke down entirely slipping off from the chair I was to the ground, lying helplessly as my face layed up to the ceiling, calculating the worst shame that is right before me. " You don't know that you dated.." " Oh, dated, like it's all over". A wrly smile creating on my face ." Like I can't be happy for a whole time. This minute,it seems it's good, the other minutes, it seems the hell is let loose. Why me?!! How will I face the people outside now that I once dated a billionaire and here I am . What will they say mum!!"

"Mr. D'Amici keeps looking your way." Heat rises in my body and flushes my cheeks. "I don't know what you mean." I don't know if Isla knows but I feign ignorance because it feels safe. "Well, you will know," Isla laughs. "He's a very charming man. A billionaire, I think. I don't know for sure but his shipping company is super successful... as is he."

“It's not.” I batted my lashes, perplexed. “What do you want from me then? Do you harass all your clients like this?” He stepped away from me. “Let's get one thing straight. I am not a call boy, nor a stripper. I am a business man who values his time and takes every interaction seriously.” It was at that moment it finally clicked. Atlas Cade. The billionaire everyone whispered about. The ghost investor. The man whose face never appeared in magazines because he was always behind a mask. He had multi-billion dollar empires and compared to him, my family was just a small fry. I couldn't pay him even if I offered my entire networth.

It was a gambler's last shot, a reckless plunge into either riches or ruin. Amelia’s eyes flicked to the man who'd issued the challenge. He wasn't just anybody, he was a back-to-back champion of the life-or-death race, with nerves of steel and a skill set to match. Once a hopeless gambler drowning in debt, he'd clawed his way out through this madness and turned himself into a billionaire, now worth over eight billion. Dominating this kind of race two years in a row wasn't something luck could explain. It meant he'd probably taken part in the advanced version, the one where the car's system was wired to the racer's heartbeat, and if it spiked too high, the

“Though I doubt that’s the kind of attention you want.” Or maybe, I thought, it wasn’t Julian standing next to her that bothered him— but the fact that it wasn’t him. “Tonight’s summit brings together leaders across industries,” Fiona continued smoothly, her voice carrying across the room. “Many of whom are multi-disciplinary talents…” She turned slightly, gesturing toward Julian. “Like Julian Hawthorne—former professional hockey player, now one of the youngest billionaires on the Forbes list, and the largest sponsor of this summit.” A ripple of quiet admiration moved through the crowd.