Novel & Cerita Billionaire Short Stories

I told her. Briannah scoffed, sizing me up. "I must say you're not looking bad. Once upon a time you looked like a maid. But here you are, all dolled up like the proper Billionaire's wife," she blurted out, a satisfied smile tugged at her lips. I breathed in deeply. I didn't want to let her words get to me. "If you're done now, you should leave," I spoke with my head high. "Make sure to bring Diego with you. Also make sure he doesn't kill anyone okay?" She added with a chuckle.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

TITLE: Billionaire stolen heart Billionaire’s Stolen Heart is a quick, swoon-filled enemies-to-lovers romance that proves love and hate are often two sides of the same coin… even if the story doesn’t take itself too seriously. Sophia Grant never imagined her dream job would come with a nightmare boss. Enter Alexander Cross — a billionaire CEO with a reputation as cold as his penthouse view is high. When he buys out the company she works for, their first encounter is a total disaster, sparking a fiery clash of wills.

Louise said. "Pepper eater?" I wondered. "Eats pepper. That animal always has pepper in his teeth," Louise answered, making me shake my head. Louise and I spoke clearly for a moment. She told the whole gossip about Joseph. It is said that someone also leaked the video just now of them kissing in a bar. Joseph is rich and a millionaire so he is a famous person. "You know, we'll just drink that pain away. Come with us and let's go to a bar! What do you say, girls?" Louise said and turned to Mercedes.

Her casual outfit only made it worse, making everything look like a secret relationship. "This is insane—" she started to say, but her phone buzzed with messages. Friends from college, business contacts, even family members she hadn't talked to in years were all congratulating her on a relationship that wasn't real. Freya was lost of words, still trying to process the whole situation within. "There's more," Lena said, scrolling down. "The stock market's blowing up." Everyone thinks this is some kind of corporate merger strategy.” Hart Enterprises' stock had jumped 15% before the market even opened. Business news channels were already talking about a possible merger between the companies.

I said nothing. "There is no clean word for it," he said. "The people closest to me have used Zillionaire as shorthand for years. Not because it is precise. Because billionaire is not precise enough and there is nothing else available." Zillionaire. The word landed in the kitchen quietly and sat there. I looked at the man across from me who had carried trays through a restaurant section and fixed my mother's window and cooked in my kitchen and held my hand across a gearshift without making anything of it.

Even Alicia’s master bedroom can’t match the room. “Hey brother, this will be your room from now onwards. Please settle in and relax a bit. Later, we will go and buy you clothes. You need a whole new cabinet. I will leave you to get acquainted with your room” Dan explained to him. Josh thanked him and he left. Josh kept wondering how all over sudden his life has changed from humiliation and divorce to being a billionaire. In the afternoon, Dan and Josh went out in one of his flashy cars to shop for the new clothes. They packed outside one of the high-end shopping malls with VIP services. West end mall is one of the biggest malls in the city that most rich families go to shop.

He couldn't get too upset about it. He shakes his head, not hearing my friendly words, but before I continue someone knocks on the door and cuts me off. Roman with his hair cut short on the sides and longer on the top runs his fingers through it while walking into the penthouse and drops a copy of the local paper on the kitchen island. Vincent grunts his thanks and leans over, reading the article heading where Roman points. "Fuck me." Ex-Wife of Local Billionaire Writes Tell-All Book Vincent's fists slam angrily on the paper. "I'm the only fucking billionaire in this town. Shit."

The babe was powerful, her body intentionally built to seduce men like me, living in the cold weather of London and under the roof is a significant tycoon of the Gold Extraction Company. My d*ck was now fully armed, pointing at a thin lace of my trousers and nodding furiously for the s*xy babe. Satisfied with my greetings, the slutty babe turned around, recited her route add stood next to her chair. I observed her from the back as she walked away, swallowed my dry throat and scratched my bald head. The silhouette babe was wicked enough to give my pistol pipe a surreptitious nod of lust. “Do you have a picture of the object?” I asked, my voice composed and professional.