Novel & Cerita Billionaire Who Lives In Mei Queen Castle

Both, by coincidence (or not), were multi-billion-dollar architectural projects developed and managed by the all-powerful Ballmer Corporation. She remembered with a bitter taste that Camila also lived in a penthouse at the Regal Riviera. As expected... World Entertainment has terrifying financial power!, Helena thought, marveling at the “Boss’s” generosity.

Now where to find him? He wasn’t in the room he had taken her the last time neither was he in the living room. She walked all over the house making the softest sound with her feet. The house was quiet, too quiet for a man with a busy job. He was one of the moving powers charging the engines of Gem Hills ’economy. He was also internationally known as one of the richest, youngest billionaires – number 4 maybe. He was hot and fawned over by cougars, hot models and teenage girls alike yet here he was in the countryside of Gem Hills hiding in a mansion. On the walls of the house hung pictures that looked like they were drawn by children, amateurish paintings that looked unbefitting for a man of h

She looked like she should be hosting charity galas, not hiding in an underground bunker. "Margaret Winston," she said, extending a manicured hand. "Federal Judge Richard Winston's wife. Former wife, I should say." The second woman was younger, maybe thirty, with tired eyes and the kind of tailored clothes that screamed Washington politics. "Catherine Mills. Senator Mills' daughter. Though he'd probably deny having one if you asked him now." The third woman kept typing, not bothering to look up. She had short-cropped hair and military posture. "Rachel Torres. My husband was a Pentagon contractor until I found out what his company was really doing."

It was only as Martin moved a bit that Louis could finally see who the figure was and as soon as he did, his heart jumped out of his chest. “Draco!” He exclaimed and lowered his head immediately. Seated before them was Mehdi King, dressed in a corporate suit with a cigar in his hand. His sharp jawline gave his features a frightening and dominating look, one that could make anyone writhe in fear. But, he always made sure to soften his features with a smile when he was faced with reporters and cameras. Mehdi King was an unmarried billionaire who was only thirty-two years of age. At such a young age, he not only controlled a quarter of the country’s wealth, he also controlled over a thousand me

The other was offering to protect it. And she had no idea which one would ultimately own it. Meanwhile, Ethan stared at the financial report. At the bottom of the document was a name he didn't recognize. A private company. Blackridge Holdings. The same company had been secretly receiving money from his mother's account. Ethan's phone suddenly rang. Unknown number. He answered. "Hello?" A man's voice whispered, "If you keep investigating, Ethan, you'll discover why Mia was never supposed to become your wife." Ethan's eyes narrowed.

Annabelle was left alone in her room. She could not bring herself to believe her family was actually trying to push her into marriage, a marriage she would forbid even in her dreams. Jake was the only son of a very wealthy family . His father , Mr Clifford, was the chairman of a powerful group in the society, the Ford group of companies. One would easily think he was the owner of the electricals and electronics company that went by the trade name Ford. Being the only son of such a highly respected power broker, everyone tried to get on his good side, including Annabelle's family.

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

The masked stranger stood and removed the silver mask. The entire market gasped. Cassian Vale. Everyone in Velmora knew that face. The sharp cheekbones, the cold gray eyes, the expression that had graced the covers of empire journals and financial spell ledgers since he inherited the Vale fortune at twenty-three. The youngest billionaire in the realm. Owner of the crystal railways. The sky ports. Half the magical banks in the empire. And currently staring at her like she had just become the most dangerous thing in his world. “Take her,” he said.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

“I haven’t held a golf club in my life.” “Tennis?” “Nope.” “But you can swim?” “Yes.” “So why didn’t you buy a house that has a swimming pool? You’re a billionaire, you can do it?” “Am I a billionaire? Well, I have a few hundred millions in different banks here and abroad. And I have some businesses and properties which if you liquidate would run to a few hundred millions, too. Yes, my net worth is more than a billion pesos, so yes, I am a billionaire. But not all billionaires want a mansion or a palace or a castle. Or a swimming pool. I don’t even have a bath tub.” He chuckled. “Besides, those money, my mother just gave it to me.”