Billionaire Beach Novels & Stories

Those words of the doctor still sounded in my head, with the ting effect of a bell sounding in the cathedral, even after I had dashed out to go in search of money which we didn’t have. Later, while swallowed in my misery and gloom, a young beautiful nurse by name, Stella, told me of a billionaire by name, Fanny Luis, who was worth fifty billion dollars and the richest family in Rio Hondo. “Listen Melissa,” Nurse Stella had said, “If you could get to the billionaire he would certainly be of help,” she told me emphatically. “He is very generous. I can count quite a number of Rio Hondo he has helped.” Later, at twilight, she took me to this huge edifice, a villa with plaster of gold and preciou

This guy must be extremely wealthy, I thought for a second. I sat down at the passenger seat. The strong rush of air conditioning coming from the vents, were mixed with his cologne. He smelled like a meadow after a summer rainstorm. We drove inside the parking lot of one of the most expensive apartment complexes in the city. My mouth dropped in awe at the luxury this place held. He packed the car and came around to open my door once again. He helped me stand, then placed his hand at my lower back bringing me closer to him.

My heart raced, a mix of love and anticipation, my skin tingling with the memory of his touch. The beach was quiet, the waves lapping gently, the pines casting long shadows. I kicked off my sandals, the sand cool beneath my feet, memories flooding—our passionate night here, his hands on my skin, the paparazzi flash that sparked the TMZ scandal. Justin’s press tour, his family’s gradual acceptance, our Met Gala triumph—each had built us stronger. Yet Xiamond’s media shadow lingered, her Paris buzz a reminder of my old fears. Could I, Kayla Reed, once a waitress, truly claim this life with a billionaire?

His black T-shirt clung damp across his chest, and the gray boxers were… hazardous to mental health. “Where are you going dressed like that?” His tone was offensively innocent. “To hell,” I shot back, sliding into my sandals. “Quick detour to the beach first.” “My beach.” He glanced at the time. “I’m coming.” “Of course you are.” I turned, taking him in from head to toe. “Because nothing screams normal like a billionaire strolling around his own ultra-luxury resort in boxers.” That smile unfurled, the one designed to short-circuit nervous systems. “You complaining?”

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.

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

Her casual outfit only made it worse, making everything look like a secret relationship. "This is insane—" she started to say, but her phone buzzed with messages. Friends from college, business contacts, even family members she hadn't talked to in years were all congratulating her on a relationship that wasn't real. Freya was lost of words, still trying to process the whole situation within. "There's more," Lena said, scrolling down. "The stock market's blowing up." Everyone thinks this is some kind of corporate merger strategy.” Hart Enterprises' stock had jumped 15% before the market even opened. Business news channels were already talking about a possible merger between the companies.

"I want to build a life with you, free from all the drama and stress of the past." We walked in silence for a moment, enjoying the warm sunshine and the feeling of freedom. "What do you say we take a trip?" I asked, turning to Bridgette with a grin. "Just the two of us, somewhere beautiful and relaxing." Bridgette's face lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing," she said. "Where did you have in mind?" I thought for a moment, and then a smile spread across my face. "I've always wanted to visit Bora Bora," I said. "Imagine us, relaxing in an overwater bungalow, surrounded by crystal-clear waters and coral reefs."

I asked as they dropped the third palette into my basket. "Bitch please," Lena laughed. "He's a goddamn billionaire. He won't care." "He is?" Serena's eyes widened. "Yeah, like old money type. His great grandad made a killing in oil. That's what they bought the land Mountain Ridge is built on with. When the oil dried up they moved to property. He owns all of the holiday cabins between Cedar Wood and Mountain Ridge, the ones the humans use." "Does he have brothers?" Serena asked. "Only child but you get that you literally own a castle, don't you? And you have an investment portfolio worth a fortune. The elders have been looking after it all until someone to inherit can be decided on but now y

In Veronica's opinion, it didn't really matter because she believed that those who despised her were those who, in fact, had always disliked her good fortune to be a member of the affluent Moonfall family, who owned the most upscale properties sought after by the wealthy in the state of Orion. "Miss," the kind voice rang in Veronica's ears who was still wailing with her glares at the sight of the Blue Moon Hotel tiles she was visiting. Even this hotel belongs to the Moonfall family for generations. "Is Miss okay?" Harris' voice—his grandfather's secretary—sounded. "Shut up, Hariss!" Veronica stood up with Hariss' help. Soon the girl glanced sharply at her grandfather's secretary and then squ