Billionaire Brothers Novelas e Histórias

“I know. I just don’t understand why they’re so fixated on me. I’m not anyone important.” “Babe, I’m really sorry to say this but it’s not just you.” Tiffany frowned. “I dug up more about your husband,” she made the quotation signals in the air with her fingers, “and he’s like the most eligible bachelor in Europe, especially France. Maybe that’s why we don’t really know him back when we were in Ireland or even here in London, but you get what I mean. He’s a billionaire who’s a son of a billionaire and apparently he’s listed in Thirty Under Thirty by Forbes or something. Anyway,” Tiffany shook her head as if trying to reach her point, “he’s famous so when a famous person marries someone, news

I asked, hoping it would be a lie. " Let me tell Thom. You know Drek's Global?" " Who doesn't know the billionaire. I was small when he died but his name still remain fresh". " Good. You know why it kept on been fresh in your heart,huh?" Granny,can you stop this, my mind trying to pour out but I dare not. " I-- don't know". " That is because he was as prudent as a baby, generous, having that broad heart in accomdating even a mad fellow ". She paused, relaxed in the dining a bit before continuing.

She read them again anyway. Her sister's name was Adaeze. She had been twenty-two years old. She had wanted to be a nurse. She had a laugh that started in her belly and arrived at her face three full seconds later, loud and unashamed, the kind of laugh that made strangers in restaurants turn around and smile without knowing why. She had been sick for eight months before they ran out of options, and the options ran out because the money ran out, and the money ran out because of a cascade of events that started in a boardroom in Century City four years ago where Frederick Brown and Daniel Brown decided that their profit margin mattered more than the people their decisions would reach.

it did something to him he couldn’t quite fathom. He closed his eyes. He’d seen enough power games to know Gerald didn’t want Jillian fired, he wanted her humiliated, he wanted a reaction out of him. And he almost had. Dominic exhaled hard straightening his tie, adjusting his buttons and collars, he wouldn’t give Gerald that satisfaction. Not yet. By evening the rain had started again – a fine mist that blurred the city lights into a soft haze. The office had emptied out. Dominic decided to actually get some work done before heading out. He decided to look out some of the work his assistant was referring to, while waiting for the rain to die down but for how long could he distract himself w

Beside him stood his younger brother, Julian Hartwell—equally powerful, but far less composed today. For seventeen years, the Hartwell empire had ruled industries across continents. They had crushed competitors. Dominated markets. Expanded without mercy. But there was one thing they had never conquered. Loss. Alexander adjusted the microphone. His reflection in the lens of a nearby camera looked calm. He did not feel calm. “Seventeen years ago,” he began, “our three-year-old sister disappeared from our family estate.” The hall fell silent. Even the cameras seemed to pause. Julian’s jaw tightened beside him. Alexander could feel the tension radiating from his brother.

"I hope you wouldn't abandon me for them because they are just like me, stunningly handsome." I laugh out loud at him. "What do you mean? You can't be so funny." Though they are handsome and charming, their beauty hasn't gotten to Adrian's level. I have seen their pictures on the internet before, while I was with Adrian three years ago and recently, I got chosen to be his escort. Since these three brothers are all billionaire CEOs, who have their businesses, searching for Adrian's company would have their search option accompany as a suggestion. They are less handsome than Adrian but one of the most handsome men I've seen in the world.

After all, he is just about getting his feet back into the Huxleys business. I wondered why Elliot didn't see this about him. “I guess we need to intensify our actions against those two. There is no time,” Elliot suggested. “Lad was already going broke,” I said and laughed in my mind. “Sorry to ask but I still don't know you guys’ story clearly. I mean it's all over the news but the details are missing.” “Like how your brother was smart enough to get all of your family's wealth all to himself?” How does the younger brother of two brothers suddenly become the heir to their family's enormous wealth and possessions?

He chuckled wryly after a moment, then whispered to Wilbur, "He's the richest billionaire in Toneville. We can't afford to mess with him. Hurry up and apologize. We'll leave right after that." "Why should I apologize? So what if he's a billionaire? Do you think I'm scared of him?" asked Wilbur nonchalantly. Ted anxiously said, "Sir, you might not know this. He has a younger brother who is the tyrant in Toneville, the ruthless boss of a mafia. You'll die if you mess with him." "I see. So, the younger brother is a mafia boss while the older brother is the richest man in Toneville. They basically run Toneville then," joked Wilbur.

The city thrummed, a glittering tapestry of steel and light stretching into the inky expanse of night. Its pulse beat loudest in the high-rises, where fortunes shifted and lives intertwined. Tonight, the celebrated penthouse suite of the Grand Olympia Hotel shimmered with an extra layer of opulence, hosting the joint thirtieth birthday bash for the notorious Thorne triplets. Damon, the CEO whose empire spanned continents; Elias, the artist whose controversial pieces commanded astronomical sums; and Kael, the athletic titan who dominated the global sports arena. Three brothers, each a formidable force, their combined presence in any room a gravitational pull.

“Like most billionaires...” Hunter waited. “...he has a safe in his house. Word goes he has at least two million in there.” “How do you know?” Hunter asked him. “I might have pulled some strings. Paid one of his associates to spill.” “Which associates?” “Robert Holland's half-brother. Same father different mothers.” “You paid a billionaire's brother to spill?” Something didn't add up to Hunter. He was cautious since Hector and Marco Bianchi had told him not to trust anyone.