Billionaire Story Novels & Stories

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

This wasn't the end of it, she had given her all to Jack and this was how he was going to repay her, she didn't even see what was so special in that assistant. *** At Vivian Oscar's house Peter scrolled through his phone painfully, Regina had moved on to a better person. If he had known, he wouldn't have left her in the hospital years ago to die and now she's healthy and with the youngest billionaire in New York. "Ughhh!!" Vivian groaned as she walked into the living room, interrupting Peter's thought. " Can you believe this?" Vivian said "Believe what?" "Haven't you seen the blogs? Everyone's talking about Jack and that girl he brought to the event."

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 laugh my heart out as I lay the boys down to tickle them but then the music from the TV catches my attention when I turn to spare the news a glance. "Other news tonight, billionaire Dexter just completed his grand tower which he's been building for two years and has sealed the deals with the Easterners, making him the richest man in the world, however, it is said that behind every successful man, is a woman, thus the public wonders, could there be any woman behind his success," the reporter says. I stare at the TV with utter shock, petrified, that I stiffen up, my eyes wide open to the point where one would think my eyes would fall off.

"Don't let his confession manipulate you now, Penny! And don't forget he is a man with the biggest empire and wealth in Bloomcrest. He can buy all the moons on Saturn if he wills to and you're saying he was tricked by Zara?" Penny's lips parted but no words came out. Her friend wasn't wrong with her observation. "Come on, Penny, both of us know that it takes both brains and in-depth research to become a billionaire businessman. Hunter is one of the youngest and richest businessmen around the globe. You can't justify him saying that he was manipulated!"

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.”

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

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."

Anne With all the events of the past month, things had been a whole lot stressful physically and mentally. The thing with the paparazzi was taking longer to diminish. Vincent being the heir to Sawyer Memorial plus his other passive income asserts had placed him on the top 10 billionaire bachelors under 30. It was from the press releases that I found out that in his early twenties, he’d taken the money he’d gotten from his trust fund to acquire new and dying companies, both foreign and local, and today, more than half the companies were flourishing wildly. On top of that, Vincent and Andrew had inherited properties worth billions of dollars from their grandparents. This was why the press was