Billionaire Flowers Novels & Stories

I didn’t really care about the thrill of making new friends, especially some random New York City Billionaire. "Well, let me give you the run-down. Alexander is a total workaholic. He always sends his personal assistant to get him coffee before he gets to work. But he recently fired her, so he doesn't have a PA anymore. And while he looks for one, he decided to get some coffee himself today." Danielle said as she tied an apron around her waist. I raised an eyebrow, mildly intrigued. "Okay, so what's the big deal?" Her eyes shone once she realized that she was able to rope me into one of her gossip sessions. I rolled my eyes.

“Girl! Do you mean to tell me you were that girl in the paper with that hot-as-hell man? The sexiest billionaire alive?” “Um, yes?” My reply came out as a question. “Oh my goodness!” She shrieked, getting an irritated glare from some passersby. “Oh my goodness!” She said in a more quiet voice. “No wonder Dylan bought those magazines. I’ve always thought it was weird that he was suddenly interested in reading magazines when he never used to do—how girl? Just how did you cop a man like that? Just a few weeks ago, I was sure you weren’t seeing him, and now? Now you’re hanging out with a ducking billionaire. Do you even know what that means?” She asked and then went ahead to answer the question

she said trying to wipe off her tears but fresh ones won't stop coming. "You are not beautiful, you are not wealth, you don't even have a good background, an orphan and to crown it all, you have an heart problem that you need a transplant, and you expect me to borrow funds for you. You don't worth it" Peter said and handed over an envelope to her. "You are getting married to the president's daughter?" She forced herself to yell in shocked, she read the envelope over and over again, as she couldnt believe her eye still.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

Nothing tacky and nothing excessive. Well… maybe a little excessive. But it was my birthday, so who cared? Twenty-five. Some people panic at that number. I don’t. I’m filthy rich, heir to Villaflor Empires, owner of Villaflor Industries, self-made billionaire. Food productions, telecommunications, even businesses that practically print money. Life has been generous. Still, birthdays have a strange way of making even the most confident man reflective.

I stared at the flower he dropped on the bed and sighed, getting me a flower wasn't bad at all. I peeped at the door to confirm if he had left before rushing to the bed. I took the rose flowers and inhaled the scent, it was sweet and relaxing. I suddenly found myself smiling, this wasn't the plan but anyways, let's see how it goes. Since Ephraim messed up, maybe I should give him a chance and see where it leads us to. After all, he is not just a mere and timid gardener, he is a rich fucking billionaire.

He was in the breakroom, making the interns laugh while he waited for her coffee. How could a multi billionaire be so accessible? I would grit my teeth in rage as I watched his every movement. I stood by my window, my fingers dug into the edge of the mahogany sill. Below, in the courtyard, I watched them. Dante was handing her a bouquet of white lilies—not the cheap kind you find at a florist, but rare, exotic blooms that probably cost more than my first car. "He’s doing it again," I whispered, the glass fogging with my breath.

It was a bouquet of Orchids, Lilies, Moonflowers, and Root of 100-year-old ficus. '' This can be called the most expensive flowers of all time '' says Lord Campbell. '' Not quite right grandpa this only costs around one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Not quite expensive to what others gave to you. Aren't I right? brother David? '' Gray remarks with a grin on his face his lips turned into a curly smile. Why did you had to do this Gray? is this to make you seem superior to me?. David's face turned into a frown. At this time Steven who had brought herbal root was feeling humiliated all of a sudden.

"Mister Feaks, are you selling this Rainbow Flower? If so, I'm willing to pay 287 million for it! What do you think?" Leon snapped out of it and took the initiative to attempt a purchase. "What?" "Another 287 million?" "Cynthion Group must be incredibly wealthy!" ... The others were shocked. Leon just spent 287 million for fifteen herbs and now, Leon was going to pay another 287 million for the heavenly herb. Leon's generosity shook them.