Billionaire Bedroom Novels & Stories

From what I knew, he was held by the throat and forced into marriage with me. Now he was… trying to be a husband to me. And I had to make it my own way. “I can’t fucking believe it,” Jack muttered under his breath as he closed the bedroom door behind us. Jack’s bedroom looked exactly how a billionaire man’s room should look... rich, but not messy; masculine, but not tacky. The walls were a deep charcoal, smooth and matte, making the room feel like a quiet, private world. A massive king-sized bed sat in the center, framed by a dark walnut headboard that looked hand-carved and stupidly expensive.

I know nothing is going to happen, as Marcus is here and there’s the matter of a break-in to deal with, but my body reacts in anticipation anyway. Mess aside, his house isn’t the billionaire mansion I had envisioned. In my head, he lived in a huge structure filled with employees with people coming in and out all day long. When we pulled into the driveway, I was pleasantly surprised to find this beautiful ranch-style home tucked away in the private woods. His bedroom, on the other hand, is exactly what I would expect of a billionaire. He has the black silk sheets on his king-sized bed, slate flooring, mirrors hanging from every wall, and actual furniture placed around the simple space.

She sighs and glances at her phone. “Well, she’s three minutes away. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll send her in when she gets here?” One of the great things about being a billionaire is that you can do the most absurd things to your home. Like for instance, having a spa installed, or a bowling alley, or a gym… …or a massage room. I strip down to my briefs, turn on some Mozart, and get on the table. Despite Sheryl’s reassurance, I’m skeptical. To say the least.

I went upstairs and looked around. "Mr. Adams? It's Ariel with your dry cleaning," I called out again, still no answer. I pushed the double door into his bedroom. It was enormous. I think I can fit my entire apartment in this room. Rich people sure like the lavish lifestyle. I entered the room quietly and quickly strode to the bed. All I have to do is lay the suit down and walk away. Easy peasy. I set it down and turned around, and smashed my face against a rock wall.

The empty mansion echoed his shrieks hundreds times louder, which one could hear from the basement. Those yells came from the corner most room on the second floor where the master bedroom of Mr. Christopher Dayholt, the multimillionaire from the royal descend lived. That room was vast with a queen sized bed in the middle and the antique decorations lined up the walls, looked expensive from the very first sight.

God, please let this be a joke. “You see I've been watching you for quite a while, Freya. I was curious to know what kind of woman was mindlessly signing away her family's life work for Peanuts. But then I realized you were just a trusting love-stricken puppy,” A taunting smile crossed his lips. “Your boyfriend sold off half of your father's empire. Did you not realize that when your lawyer listed the remaining assets you wanted to transfer?” I opened my mouth but no words came out. He was right. I hadn't thought about it when Attorney Williams said the properties were worth a hundred and sixty billion but our net worth was over seven hundred billion.

I squashed the thought and remembered why I was here, I couldn't afford any distractions. I had almost finished with the bedroom and walked into the huge adjoining walk-in closet, a closet Amanda would die for. There were rows of bags, shoes and clothing, the woman was indeed a billionaire. I skimmed through the stuff, trying not to envision Dahlia in all the lingerie. The woman sure dressed sexily, even underneath… I closed the door and moved on to the drawers.

“Ms. Sabrina Blackwell is your roommate. Ms. Blackwell’s family is one of the wealthiest families in the country because they own multiple mineral and precious gem mines worldwide. The Blackwells are the largest producers of diamonds in the world.” Of course, the school would pair me up with the wealthiest girl in the world as a sick joke. I hope she’s nice…. “Which room is mine?” “The room to the right.” I entered the bedroom and gasped. “Oh, wow. It looks like your roommate took the liberty of decorating for you. It’s a little rude of her to assume that’s okay. If you don’t like it, then—” “No, it’s fine!” I nearly shouted. “It’s…it’s perfect,” I whispered, voice thick with emotion. The be

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

CHAPTER V The life of Atif’s family. Atif life is the opposite of what Aliyah have. He is consider as a young billionaire in the society where he belong. He has all possessions that needed in order to be happy or successful. Atif seemed to have everything –he is brainy, good looking, charming, and have plenty of money. His family combined fortune is derived largely from stakes held in H & A Summit, which has interests in airlines, shipping or logistics, manufacturing, distributing, marketing, telecom, banking, food, and property.