Billionaire Novel Mr Draven Novels & Stories

The message was brief: “Ms. Sinclair, your work has come to my attention. I have a proposition that will benefit you greatly. Dinner. Friday. 8 PM. Dalton Tower, 54th Floor. Come alone. — D. Javier.” Drake Javier. The name hit me instantly. Everyone in New York knew who he was a billionaire: ruthless, untouchable, the kind of man financial magazines glorified and people whispered about like he was something less than human. He built an empire from nothing and guarded his privacy like it was his greatest weapon. So why reach out to me? I was a photographer barely scraping by. My work had appeared in a few small publications, sure, but I was hardly well-known. I had no connections, no status.

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

He walked up to Gary, who had a little furrow on his brow when he saw him. “What’s the matter, Robbie? You were supposed to k—” He was interrupted by the opening of his office door again to see Darken Reliso, the son of Henry and Ansel Reliso, in his usual expensive Gimanni dark blue suit, clean cut and shining pair of shoes. He had that annoying static smirk on his lips and kept his right brow up. He was holding a document. Darken walked slowly into the office and stopped just as he was in front of Gary; he nodded in greeting and let himself sit on the chair in front of Gary before placing the document he was holding on the table.

"When things got bad. Why didn't you just tell me? Did you really think I wouldn't have found a way to help you? Was I that worthless to you?" The words were right there. I wanted to tell him about the loan sharks, the basement, and the way the men looked at my mother like she was a piece of meat. I wanted to tell him about the organ harvesters and the $100 billion debt that felt like a mountain on my chest. I looked at his sharp jaw, his tailored shirt, and the way he carried himself now. He wasn't the boy in the garage anymore. He was a Draven. He was part of the machine that chewed people up and turned them into emerald necklaces.

Life probably wishes I were dead. Life wants me dead. Maybe I should just give it what it wants. I never thought Draven would do that to me. I took him too lightly. I underestimated him. He’s right when he says I’m stupid. He’s so right. And I hate that he’s right. Everything he said kept playing in my head—and there was no way to shut it off. Draven, I poured myself a glass of Russo-Baltique and took a sip. I finally got Crystal where I want her. She thinks she’s tough, but I’m tougher. You can't break a billionaire. It's impossible. I’m great. On top of the world. Untouchable. I warned her, but she didn’t listen. She underestimated my power—just like my mother always did. No wonder my fat

Adrian finally spoke up. Draven moved back and forth, thinking of the next action to take. The woman he loved was in great danger, and then she was also pregnant. The weight of the situation pressed down on him. "If anything happens to my child, I'll fucking kill you, Adrian," he thundered, his voice filled with anger which was clearly radiating from him. Draven needed money, and he needed it fast. He knew most of the money came from the Rune company, but he also had other underground businesses, and they were booming. And there was only one person who could get the money right now, and that was Jason.

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

I breathed to myself. *** I lay down on the bed while thinking about today's incidents in my mind. Maybe I am thinking too much or maybe he is hiding something! The country's most ruthless billionaire is hiding something in his building. That dark room makes me very anxious about his way of doing things... What if he is secretly a criminal? Or what if he is a mafia? Though he doesn't look like a one, I mentally slept myself for guessing this way, and after rolling thousands of times I fell asleep.