Billionaire's Vinegar Novelas e Histórias

"The Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce membership requirement is ten billion, am I correct? Supreme Capital Group currently has 60 billion in registered capital—real money, not inflated numbers! I think that's more than enough to qualify for your little Chamber of Commerce!" The wealthy widow sneered mockingly, "Kid, with 60 billion, you certainly have the right to be arrogant! But looking down on our Chamber of Commerce? That's just showing off! What if I told you my assets total 100 billion?" Andrew did not even glance at her, responding with complete indifference, "100 billion? That's nothing special. My 60 billion is just from one company! You might not know this, but the Vitality Pills and

Harper asked, and I tilted my head to look at her. "What…?" "You muttered something. Are you overthinking it already?" She pulled the thought off my mind. "It's just help, Eva. And I looked him up again, after he came, and damn!" Harper knelt on the bed and reached for my hand, grabbing it. "He's fucking wealthy! So fucking wealthy that I just wish he'd decide to marry you, and I can be the cool aunt to a billionaire baby."

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

Chandler asked. His brows went upward, as Vincent took a seat across Chandler. “It is not your business whether I bring acquaintance or not.” He looked at the glass of wine that Chandler offered. And then, Vincent drank the wine in one shot, which soon, he regretted because the wine taste so bitter for him. “Ack,” Vincent squinched. “This is so bitter. Who will enjoy drinking wine like this?” Chuckling, Chandler replied, “That is an insult to ‘Screaming Eagle Cabernet 1992’ that worth $500,000.”

The Miller estate boasted one of the most exclusive private wine collections in the country. Most people assumed my parents simply owned a successful vineyard. Most people were wrong. The vineyard the public knew about was only one piece of the empire. The truly valuable bottles never carried the Miller name at all. They were sold through Vesper Ridge Estates, a luxury label my parents quietly owned through a network of subsidiary companies. Rare unique vintages, limited reserve collections and bottles auctioned for six figures.

Caroline Lightwood After talking to Cade Grey, the CEO of the reporting company 'Gnewz' from the group of companies owned by his family THE Greys for over an hour I started preparing for today's meeting. Yes and this is the CEO of the company who wrote that article. He was my friend in college. He even had crush on me, but when I told him I liked someone else, he understood it and we remained good friends. Ethan was always jealous of him or any male I talked to, as a matter of fact. Whatever stop thinking about that jerk. I can't believe he didn't called back. At least of not for me he should have done it for my children. I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only k

Ashley’s disbelief was palpable. Catherine’s stomach dropped. She immediately checked the news, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through the headlines. There it was—Lucius’s name plastered everywhere, along with photos of him and his new fiancée. Catherine's heart sank as she saw her own face in the media, no longer the assistant of a musical prodigy, but the fiancée of a billionaire. She quickly called Ashley back. “Ugh, I didn’t think he’d announce it like that,” Catherine said, still in shock.

He was now ready to beat his fellow drunkards at the cards game. His daughter would have to get married to Bronton. He had researched about him and found out that they had several companies within the country and a few out of the country. They were filthy rich, that means he could live off her if he wanted. He was going to milk him to the best of his ability. Bronton had to get to the airport in the morning so he passed by the office before going home. He had to talk to his secretary before leaving for the day. He had finished his appointments for the day and just wanted to get home, shower and go spend some time with his grandfather.

********************** 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”.