Billionaire Beef Recipe Novels & Stories

 I am eating instant noodles for breakfast lunch and dinner to save money because during buying the company I might need more, and my dream of being with my family can't get postponed anymore. "No.... you are not... you are eating a proper meal... I am ordering your favorite Lobster meat... I remember you used to love it with chardonnay" he said and my eyes widened... "No... I can't afford that... Please just order what I said..." I said and he looked at me like I have gone crazy... "I have invited you here Electra... I am paying... please just eat, you have lost so much weight..." he said defeated and I glared at him...

Walking to the fridge, I looked inside and asked, "Do you want something heavy or a light snack?" "Something heavy." I hummed and pulled out some chicken pieces that one of the maids seasoned last night together with a big bowl of pasta. "If that's what you feel concerning the shop then that's good. Do whatever makes you happy and as agreed upon, all finances are on me." I turned on the stove and added a frying pan with oil on top of the heated plate. "I can also help you advertise your shop so that you get more customers." She smiled and rested her elbow on the table as her head rested on her hand. "You're actually a helpful guy."

We are not thinking about that greasy food that I am unable to have for god knows when. "Finally! Took you long enough baby sis, and look at you, you finally developed and don't look like a homeless child anymore! Well done!" Willow exclaimed with her newly dyed blonde hair that looks damaged to the point it is about to fall out at any point, but who am I to say when she is the "oh so beautiful Willow".

“Ah, and I'm Bernard. If you need help with anything in there, I'll be in the garden.” “M.. meat?” I whispered under my breath, watching as he sauntered towards the lift just after he made me climb up the stairs. Shoving the note back in my pocket, I took slow strides towards the kitchen island. “Meat.” I whispered again, trying to think of the right dinner meal that included meat. After coming up with something, my lips tilted into a smile. Perfect. Beef Tenderloin with wine reduction was going to be the perfect meal for a picky Mr. Grey

Adrianna’s POV “And on to “Business Headlines”, Billionaire investor Lance Hamilton has been acquitted of the murder charges at the trial held on Monday...” I sit in the penthouse suite of Marina Hotel, owned by the Lombardi family—the family my fiancé belongs to. I am not surprised to hear that Lance was acquitted of the murder charges—he has some of the best lawyers. I haven't been able to feel much of anything since Howard’s death.

The headline filled the screen. DYING BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET ILLEGITIMATE SON — The woman who hid his heir for five years. I read it once. There was a photograph of me outside the school gates. Taken without my knowledge from a distance, slightly blurred at the edges but unmistakably me. There was one of Cyrus — gaunt, expensive, coat right, the particular look of a man being photographed without knowing it. The article was eight paragraphs long.

There were plenty of high-end gourmet items, but not basic, essential ingredients. Arthur was already gone, and I was left entirely alone in this glass cage with absolutely no way to communicate with the outside world. A heavy sigh escaped me. I really, desperately needed to ask Lucien for a new phone, but for now, I had to compromise. Pivoting quickly, I looked at what I did have. I pulled out a beautiful flank of beef, a basket of button mushrooms, heavy cream, garlic, and fettuccine pasta. I would make a classic beef stroganoff instead—rich, savory, and deeply comforting.

she asked smiling at me. "Does Nath...uh... Mr. White and Mrs. White have any preference when it comes to food?” I asked clearing my throat and mentally facepalming myself for that silly mistake. The last thing I wanted is for anyone to find out I knew Nathan. I just need to know what I am to cook or if I am to prepare a menu. "Nope, Mrs. White wants you to surprise her with your skills, So you can cook whatever you like and anything that will be pleasing to her taste buds and as for Mr. White avoid anything that has to do with peanuts” She replied with a serious look on her face.

He was so conditioned to solve problems with money and brute force that he’d forgotten the power of authenticity. “You’re right,” he admitted, surprising her instantly. “It has to feel like your domain. Simplicity is strategic.” He sighed and pulled out his phone. “Cancel the sterling silver. And tell the crew to hold the oven. We’ll hire a catering company to use the Inn’s kitchen and simply stage the food here.” The immediate surrender of the CEO softened the walls around Vivian’s heart. He was capable of listening, capable of adapting, even if his instinct was always to dominate.