Billionaire Short Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

I gave him a hug. Dad never failed to show the best that he can in raising me even he encountered a lot of hard times doing that. Well, what can you expect? Being a billionaire's only child is never easy. Kidnap for ransom is the most common threat in my life that I had experienced and the reason that leads to traumatic experiences I least wanted. “But Dad, you said that you want me to be happy. Isn't it absurd for you to decide whom I'm going to marry?” I asked him in a low tone of voice.

Carrie was very understanding and I asked her why. “I have been in situations like yours,” she said. “I was not always rich but I fell in love with a rich man. He loved me and I loved him very much. I stuck by his side even when he was bedridden but unfortunately he died and his evil stepson took everything he had left from me except this little restaurant. He went and changed the will behind everyone’s backs with the lawyer and destroyed the original one. Now I’m struggling, can’t live the life I’m accustomed to but I try to make it work. People who are born rich are always very mean to others. I’ve been through a lot worse than I can tell you and that’s why I try to help those who are mist

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

He liked being mine. "Yes, Master," he whispered. Many stories like mine never had a happy ending. The billionaire and the law student. Sex Contract. . The wealth gap. The world is waiting for the fall. But I wasn't everyone else. I was North Akarin Hale. No. North Akarin Crowe. And my story ends with me having the toughest, most daring, most insatiable man loving me for the rest of his life. I was home.

He seemed he was not affected by the blood flowing out from his forehead. She just thought the billionaires were untouchable because of their loads of money, but seeing Bill’s pity face now, she was wrong. “Nothing. It’s just a scratch.” Bill said and walked past her. He strode inside her room and locked the door. The old butler was puzzled. Bill Sky and Young Madame? Like a hedgehog, old butler spikes rose up when he thought how rich was the man in his young Madame’s room. The most wealthy and powerful businessman in capital Z and known all over the world, Bill Sky.

Claus slammed his fist on his penthouse counter, frustration boiling over. "Tyla, I told you I'd send the money as soon as I can," he said, his voice firm. Tyla's eyes flashed, her voice sharp. "You've been saying that for weeks. I need it now." Claus sighed. "My Ryman and Clearview enterprises are facing financial issues. Be patient." Tyla crossed her arms. "You have money in your personal account. Don't lie to me."

The problem is my anger is not because of her, it’s because of my parents. I’m pretty sure you are wondering what’s happening. Let me tell you. My name is Alana, Alana Steel. The one and only heir to Laura and Carlton Steel, who were the CEOs of Steel hotels, but now I’m the one who’s in charge. If only that was all of it but ever since I took charge of our hotels my parents have been choking me to death, wanting me to get married so they can have grandchildren and if this happens the blood of the family will still run and that’s what they want because we are too much of a prideful family that we can’t even just accept that one of us don’t want to get married and have children.

This man, one of the most well-known multi-billionaires was sitting here, munching sweets like it was normal, and offering me a job like it was nothing. Did billionaires behave like this? Weren’t they supposed to be serious, hard to approach, hidden in offices with assistants doing all the talking? Why was this one following me around convenience stores and stealing my food? Billionaires. He was such a contradiction I wasn’t sure if he was real. “These noodles are good!” he exclaimed suddenly, dragging me back to reality. “That is my food!” I snapped, staring at him in betrayal. My noodles. My last comfort of the day. Meanwhile, the plastic wrappers of his sweets were already empty, abandone