Billionaire Beach Novels & Stories

In the background, Ivy and Dallas were splashing each other with water. “Who took this?” she asked, “Who knows?” Ethan said. “It looks like a telephoto lens.” Her eyes moved down to where the title of the article was. In big, bold letters it read, “Billionaire creates beach escape in Denver, Colorado.” If you're made of money, you don't ask how to get to the beach. You ask how to bring the beach to you. That's what Ethan White said today when he decided to have truckloads of white sand delivered to Water World, all in an attempt to create paradise in the desert. It's hard to say why he did it, but many are thinking it has something to do with the beautiful woman who's with him. Who is this l

Darren "Ten billion?" Caccius's champagne flute clanged against the marble edge, amber liquid splattering across his snow-white silk shirt. He grabbed my wrist. "She paid ten billion for that?! That shithole doesn't even have a road fit for a carriage. Ten billion could buy three estates with private hunting grounds on the Gold Coast! Is she mad or something?" I didn't lift a hand to push him off. My gaze, sharp as a driven nail, bored into that scarlet shadow in the opposite box.

“I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.” I stare at him, shocked. “You seem surprised. Why?” “That you so casually admit to immoral and illegal practices.” “All billionaires are ugly human beings, Star. When you see a billionaire receiving an award, or being applauded for his admirable philanthropy, don’t be fooled. His efforts have nothing to do with charity. Billionaires are hungry people. Always wanting more and more. But after one becomes a billionaire there’s only ultimate power and

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

Billina corrected and walked towards another relaxing chair. "I don't want to swim, just have breakfast already," she added in an irritated. "After you.. my lady," Carlos said politely. The four of them were sitting by the pool, the table was full of a variety of food .. after all the three rich people were having breakfast. The only normal person in the table was... Ashton George... He never dreamt of having breakfast in Brisbane.. or with such rich people. The one was the billionaire beauty, the other owner of the Ostin group and the third person Carlos, he was the owner of diamond jewels.

I wanted to swim in the bay, but I wasn’t a strong swimmer—and it might not even be allowed. My husband’s a billionaire, right? Should I ask him to build a house here? The air feels so good on my skin, and the towering windmills combined with the scenic view of the bay make it all so tempting. I want to live here in Ilocos forever and never go back to Manila. A few moments later, I felt Lexus wrap his arms around my waist from behind. “Oh? I thought you didn’t want to—” he covered my mouth with his hand.

Besse knew better than to reply so she just walked away. **** At Jack's mansion Jack sat in his large living room, sipping wine and going through his documents. Ever since his mother died, he saw no reason to stay in his father's house anymore so he decided to get his own mansion. The mansion was worth over twenty million dollars, he didn't even bother to negotiate with the agent, he.just paid right away. The mansion consists of four large bedrooms, two living rooms, a large garage, a huge Jacuzzi and a large kitchen.

"Not quite. It's a contract, Miss Moore. One that requires a certain…leap of faith." Leap of faith. The phrase echoed in the room, mirroring the precarious state of my bakery. With a deep breath, I took the envelope. "May I at least know what this is about?" I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze assessing. "Let's just say it's an opportunity. An opportunity to solve your financial woes and, well, mine." His words were cryptic, but the implication was clear: a mutually beneficial arrangement. But what kind of arrangement could a billionaire possibly need from a struggling baker like me?

As soon as the cab skids to a halt at the shore, I jump out and run toward the snowy sand. The air is lethal, the kind of cold that steals your breath. It’s late winter, and the beach is a desolate stretch of grey sand and patches of frozen slush. He’s there. He’s sitting on a wooden bench, looking almost like a ghost in the moonlight. His hair is a shiny, windblown mess, and the expensive glint of his watch is the only thing that marks him as a billionaire and not some homeless man. He turns his head and sees me. He waited.

“What? What do you mean, you’ll give me this place?” “This one,” he said simply. “Or… if you prefer, I can buy you another beach property. How about in Hawaii?" I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “You say that like it’s nothing. Like we’re not talking about something worth millions.” “Rebecca… did you forget something?” My laughter faded. I turned to him, confused. “Forget what?” “You have a billion, right?” “A… billion?” He nodded. “That’s what I told you before, remember? Once you go back to your life, I’ll give it to you. So either I give you this place… or you can buy your own. You’re rich.”