Billionaire Book Recommendations Novels & Stories

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

The elevator ride to the top floor felt too slow. Lila’s heels clicked nervously on the polished marble. Her fingers clutched the leather folder in her arms like it was armor. Her resume was perfect. Her GPA flawless. Her recommendations glowing. But nothing prepared her for him. Julian Cross. CEO of Cross & Vale. Billionaire. Forty-two. Built an empire from dust and ruthlessness. Every article called him a genius. Every whispered office rumor called him cold. Calculating. Intimidating. Impossible to work under.

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

CEO Collection Book 3 Secret Proposal from a Billionaire "Marriage? Are you kidding me?" The words spilled from my lips before I had the chance to wrap my head around the ludicrous caveat just read aloud in the frosty atmosphere of the conference room at Blackstone Investments. This wasn't just any conference room. It was a testament to wealth and power, a carefully orchestrated symphony of dark mahogany, pristine glass, and cold, unfeeling steel perched high above the hustle of downtown Seattle.

I wish I didn't meet the jerk. Soon I finished cooking and took a plate.. Taking the plate I went towards my room and sit on bed.. Taking the laptop I opened it. As soon I opened it I saw an email from Knight corporation.. They called me tomorrow at 9 for the interview... Seeing this I got happy and started eating my food.... :O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O: Hey dears, this is my first Billionaire book. Though I wrote few books on billionaire but this book is totally different from them..

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“I don't know, and honestly, I don't care. If you wouldn't mind, it's quite early, and I'm occu-" “Resilience. Doggedness. Whatever you wish to call it. It's the ability of someone to keep chasing what he wishes for until he gets it that makes him a billionaire." “Okay, Mr. Hill. Thanks for the talk on what makes a billionaire and what doesn't. Talk I didn't ask for, don't need, and don't appreciate, by the way. But I have to ask, if you'd be so kind. Why are you telling me this past seven in the morning when I could very well be asleep or busy working?"

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Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

I needed the dopamine, I just needed something for myself again. Wow his Mansion is so huge, who is this guy? A secret CIA that needs a one night stand to move on with his life and release the sperm or what? Fuck! What do I care, at least his hot enough and from the look of things he is rich enough to lay with me not bad for a one night stand. I got in his bed, the huge bed in white bed sheets, so dressed and pressed, the house so arranged and everything in white and grey, wow.