Romans & histoires Billionaire

********************** opening the door, there he was dressed in loose pants and a t shirt, ear puds, all sweaty, looking as magnificent as ever, his hair were damp and alluring, drooping down his face “ good morning beautiful” “ morning” He makes his way into the room, didn't imagine having someone over, anyone but the lopz, axel lopez the famous billionaire, “ seems you are up for a feast ” he said as he surveys the long tray asher had sent to me, “ uhm, its uhm breakfast”.

not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single “Hey earth to Isabella, what are you thinking about, she asked snapping her fingers in my face. “Oh, yeah, I have heard of them, so what? I don’t see what the big deal “Um, excuse me, I heard a voice say from behind me. Turning around to see the rich billionaire walking towards us “Can I talk to you for a few minutes, maybe grab something to eat. I was lost for words, what does a billionaire want to possibly talk to me about.

yeah, she was screwed for sure " class, I am excited to introduce Asher Walker, the CEO of an Elite Corp," the Dean said, the excitement in his voice couldn't be missed and she understood why. Elite Corps was a multimillion-dollar real estate company with its Headquarters in California. everyone knew that the owner of the company was the youngest billionaire in the Country, yet because Asher Walker was a discreet person not even his appearance was known. everyone in the class was shocked to have a f****** Billionaire in front of them. As for Lisa, she felt nothing but dread. She had bullied a Billionaire

"We'll catch up. Now, tell me something, how exactly did you know Nico?" "Well, he's my cousin's boss. Rich as fuck. Owns only the best clubs in Stonehaven and the entire United States of America. So I met him when my cousin introduced us, telling Nico that I was a good artist. I think I gave him the inspiration bottle for one of his breweries." "So he's an entrepreneur." "Yeah, and heading on to become the first trillionaire in that line of business." "Trillionaire? How is it even possible he comes out like that?"

Aiden chuckled. “Look at that man in a grey suit in the second row, he can't go higher than a hundred million and that means one thing,” Aiden said. “What?” Aria asked. “He is broke.” he laughed and Aria giggled. Alessa shook her head at them as she smiled. “A hundred million dollars is being broke?” Alessa asked. “Yes, isn't this an auction for billionaires? He is a millionaire, the difference is huge.” Aiden replied. “You should be grateful,” Alessa replied and he sighed.

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

For centuries, these three powerful and wealthy families had consistently occupied the top three positions on the list of the world’s wealthiest dynasties. So, in the realm of affluence, Zacchaeus “Chaos” Spencer Battenkurt, the playboy billionaire, belonged to a whole new and different kind of echelon, a level of wealth that transcended the ordinary. His wealth was completely unparalleled, placing him in a league of his own kind.

he muttered before taking up a small briefcase that was lying on his bed. Aiden was a billionaire who, even though he had a family fortune, worked his way up until he was now one of the richest developer/real estate consultants in the entire state. He liked having fun, but he liked being in charge more. Being a boss gave him a sense of rush and excitement that no other feeling in the entire world could match. He was the type of man to turn heads wherever he went, and he wasn't ashamed of it. He basked in the glory of being that powerful. Women would flock to his feet and he would pick, choose and refuse whomever he wanted at that moment.

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.