Billionaire's Vinegar Novels & Stories

Then, to my surprise, he laughed—a deep, genuine laugh that made my victory feel slightly less sweet. “What’s so funny?” I asked, my grin fading. “Oh, Riley,” he said, shaking his head. “Do you really think a $100,000 bottle of wine is enough to rattle me? I’m a billionaire. That’s pocket change.” My eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t trying to rattle you.” “Of course you were,” he said, smirking. “But I’ll admit, it’s refreshing to see you try. Usually, you’re too busy walking on eggshells around me.”

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

Someone, he can easily divorce when his beloved appears. He walked toward them nonchalantly. Their gaze locked for a moment, and he stared back at her as she continued to stare at him. it was as if she was just seeing him for the first time and that didn't seem well with him. He couldn't believe there was someone in the country who was ignorant of him. Damon Willy is the world's most famous designer ever. He is known in the country for his good looks and cold attitude that most ladies consider sexy. And a hottie billionaire workaholic.

Besse knew better than to reply so she just walked away. **** At Jack's mansion Jack sat in his large living room, sipping wine and going through his documents. Ever since his mother died, he saw no reason to stay in his father's house anymore so he decided to get his own mansion. The mansion was worth over twenty million dollars, he didn't even bother to negotiate with the agent, he.just paid right away. The mansion consists of four large bedrooms, two living rooms, a large garage, a huge Jacuzzi and a large kitchen.

"You can have this—take us to the owner right now." The worker was left staring at the fat stack of cash, his awkward expression instantly turning into a smile. "This way please, gentlemen." - At the back of Vintagers, Cindy was just exclaiming excitedly, "Mr. Wicker, do show us the panacea polypore!" Johnny Wicker, the pudgy owner of Vintagers, was all smiles as he drew out a wooden chest. "Calm down, miss—this is it, the panacea polypore. Five million dollars, and I won't take any bargaining."

"Now piss off. You're starting to get on my nerves." The bartender slides two drinks toward us. She takes hers without another word and sips it, ignoring me completely. I take mine, lean against the bar, and try again. "Hey, maybe you might not know who I am-" "Oh, I know who you are." That stops me. She turns toward me, that faint smirk curving her lips. "You're Zayne Beaumont," she says. "The young billionaire who runs Beaumont Industries. Tech empire worth, what, over a hundred billion dollars now?"

Instead, he chuckled and praise me for my lavish spending. “I heard you bought the whole shop, that's great baby! You're really lavish. I like that.” he said praising me My brows furrowed “Aren't you angry?” He chuckled “Why would I? It's not like you did something wrong.” “Hello? I spend two billion with your black card!” I said “Two billion is not that expensive. I can earn that money in just five seconds.” he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.”

joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,

The media was still buzzing with my name, and I wasn’t in the mood to give them more fodder. Ultra sat at a corner table, his laptop open, blue light illuminating his sharp, almost hawkish features. Surrounding him was an array of gadgets and wires that made his table look like a tech shrine. He didn’t even glance up when I approached. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” he greeted, fingers flying across the keyboard. His voice carried that usual detached tone, as if I wasn’t his billionaire employer but just another piece of code he had to decipher. I pulled out the chair across from him and sat, shaking my head. “You could try starting with a hello.”

'Well, it's always been like that for her' 'Well, Nanny Divine you would help me with something' 'What is it son? 'I need to make something for Clara, I can't really cool or fry, can you help me' he whispered into her ears as she laughed. Nanny Divine was beginning to see his love brooding for her. He was beginning to look committed to a particular girl. She noticed some changes but paused. He had always lived his life as a rich Billionaire who spent hours in club, with many girls flirting and she had prayed earnestly for him to find someone who would change something about him, something completely different.