Billionaire Double Life Novels & Stories

What a rude and cruel billionare! I kept writing and drinking.. Writing and drinking.. I was sad and this is what I do when I'm sad. I knew about the Billionares, I mean who doesn't? Everyone knows them as the 7 Gold Lifes. It's every woman’s dream to be with them, it's every man’s dream to be like them. Everyone envy them, they literally got everything. I never thought I will see them in real life because they're very important people. Seeing them in real life was a great experience but ended up getting them mad at me was the end of the world.

“The more reason for you to buy them now. Increase in value is a good sign for those who are already there. Do not waste your chance now.” “Speaking of chances, did you hear that the billionaire couple, Mr and Mrs Newman lost about a billion to gambling?” Stephan asks. “Oh my! So it is true?” Natalia quips in. “I saw it on my phone, but I discarded it as some sort of fake news.” “Oh no, it is not fake news, I assure you, my lady. It happened last week. Wasn’t their net worth estimated to be about six billion dollars? To remove a billion from that is heart breaking.” Stephan says.

" he murmured. Brody and Kane have found out all the necessary info regarding Billina Bernand. "Wait, she has a daughter?" he asked startled. He never knew that this girl might be dead rich. The first female billionaire taking over the Chicago, even outside the country. She was a champion when it comes to business. "How many family members?" "She just lives with her grandmother, boyfriend and daughter." "So, a billionaire doppelganger, eh?" the smirk on his face after understanding everything was so evil. Senor let out a hearty laugh and he said, "Get me an appointment to meet this billionaire doppelganger tomorrow."

It awfully looked like they’re used to his charade. "I am his new secretary." I smiled barely. One, because we were both foreigners between these people. Secondly, because It was hilarious. Dainty, polished office workers were hardly a threat to me. And women filled with ambition and envy were more gullible and easy to trip. Their Boss though was the issue, a man who is living a double life, too diverse, a philanthropic Billionaire, and a Cosa Nostra member. A man as such knows things and sees through people.

Eli rolled his eyes, smiling faintly, and typed back: “Tell them I’m deep in spiritual retail reflection. And surviving on vending machine crackers.” He put the phone down and stared at the ceiling. It should’ve felt ridiculous, this whole double life. A billionaire in khakis and scuffed sneakers, stacking sanitary pads like he was on a mission from God. But it hadn’t felt ridiculous. It felt… fun. No one fawned over him. No one sucked up. No one acted like he was special. And the welcome party?

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

I loved the experience but it's not worth the trouble I'm facing right now, I wanted to delete the number but I only ended up saving it just in case he calls me another day so I'll know it's him and maybe ignore it or be prepared. "Prepared for what exactly?" I ask myself if I tell Tristan he would probably tell me to delete his number which is useless because he'll keep calling even if I block him he'll use his other phones, it's useless because all these spoiled bratty billionaires own more than five phones, judging from what I noticed Tristan has six or maybe more so his cousin isn't gonna be different. Oh look I have two does that make me a millionaire?, It's because I'm living a double

Oil tycoons, tech billionaires, heirs to conglomerates, political leaders, CEOs of corporations that had their own skyscrapers. Even two prominent pastors whose smiles I’d seen plastered on TV every Sunday morning. My stomach churned. How did Dean get access to this? “I take it you’re just finding out about your fiancé’s double life now.” Dean’s voice was all smug satisfaction as he slipped the phone back toward himself. “I warned you about this dude. Rich guys like this have crazy kinks.” My fingers twitched, wanting to slap that smug look right off him. My heart was still racing so fast it made my vision feel too bright, too sharp.

Hernán was the only friend he had left at that time. The next day Roberto, with the data that his wife had managed to obtain, and the help of a friend who managed the internet perfectly, was able to find out who Mason Keast was talking about, his eyes lit up when he realized that there were some exclusive photos from a newspaper designed only for people of high society. where Sara's simple marriage to Mason could be appreciated, this confirmed that her ex-girlfriend had married a billionaire and of course she would have a lot of money, she had to agree with Sara's evil mother to carry out a plan and be able to take very good advantage of this.

That I wasn’t going to let anyone—especially Charlotte—tear us apart. --- The next morning, the world exploded. News outlets, social media, everything was buzzing with the revelation that Charlotte was alive. The story spread like wildfire, and soon, every corner of the globe knew that Damian’s wife—me—had been married under false pretenses. The papers ran headlines like “The Billionaire’s Second Wife—Lied to by His First.” And I was thrust into the spotlight again, just when I thought I had begun to find some peace. But I wasn’t going to hide. Not this time.