Billionaire's Vinegar Novels & Stories

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

Gino replied, eyes flicking briefly to me before returning to the road. I pressed my lips together, watching Lorenzo's hand finally ease its grip. The tension still lingered, though, heavy and unspoken, and I couldn't shake the unease curling in my chest. Then we pulled up in front of a towering glass building, so sleek and vast it seemed to scrape the clouds. My eyes widened as I tilted my head back, taking it all in. The gold letters at the top spelled Illustre Enterprise, bold and proud, a reminder of just how powerful Lorenzo's family really was. Billionaire. Untouchable.

Brian opened his files and showed them to Laurel excitedly. “Look at this newspaper article. I printed these articles from historical data in the national library. These articles are about the accident that your father and Aaron had. See here, it says ‘Son of a billionaire named Aaron Silverwhite’. How many billionaires do you think Aaron Silverwhite has in this country? You have to understand, Laurel, this is all Aaron Silverwhite's crazy plan. He may want to lure you into the marriage for some reason. To be sure, he's been lying to you this whole time."

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

I huffed, "whatever are his 'Special Needs'." Graham laughed. "You make it sound like he's some kind of psychopath." "He could be," I shrugged. "You're not telling me anything." "Well, for a start," he began, leading me to what I supposed was a dressing room at the back of the bar. "His name's Lorenzo Vitale, and you're only to do whatever he tells you to--" I came to an abrupt halt. "Lorenzo Vitale?" Graham looked at me strangely. "Yes. Self made billionaire, owner of the largest grossing c--"

he said and gulped down his whole glass of whisky. He is Aiden Miller. The Chairman and CEO of Miller Industries. He built this company on his own after working hard for ten years and made it in the top twenty Pharma companies in the world. He planned out his revenge for ten years, he started from the streets, worked hard, and reached here, and now only the demise of Henry Jones will satisfy him.

The press had likely already drafted tomorrow's headlines: [Billionaire Heiress Falls for Finance Prince—A Match Made in Heaven] But now… Now the story was about to get a lot juicier: [Billionaire Heiress Has a Man—CEO Nick Hunt Boldly Claims His Wife, Finance Prince Heartbroken On the Spot…] Nick's words went unanswered by Henry, whose lips twitched slightly before he turned and took his seat. Nick was the CEO of the Hunt Group. Henry's cold treatment of him, despite being his grandfather-in-law, made things undeniably awkward.

“We’re going to have a baby.” I asked the private chef to prepare his favorite steak with red wine reduction and garlic mashed potatoes. I had a bottle of his most expensive whiskey brought up and decanted. Everything had to be perfect. I even dabbed on a touch of the expensive perfume he had stocked in my vanity—something woody and sensual that always seemed to stir him.

“Keep it. Make the offer.” --- Downstairs, Ava sipped her tea without emotion. When the shopkeeper returned, his expression was reverent. “Miss, we can offer you one hundred fifty million.” Her brows lifted. “How much?” He mistook her surprise for dissatisfaction. “We understand it’s worth more. But being a resale, depreciation is inevitable. Of course, if you’d rather not—” “I’ll sell,” Ava interrupted. “Sell it.” The shopkeeper exhaled with visible relief and sprang into action. Within the hour, the funds were transferred, and Ava stood outside again—richer by a staggering $150 million. Combined with the check in her purse, her earnings for the day totaled a cool $250 million.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.