Billionaire Who Lives In Mei Queen Castle Novels & Stories

"It had set the standard so high across different industries and set standards that are quite hard to catch up to. And as everyone knows, with every great legacy, the future must always be entrusted into capable hands. This is why Mr and Mrs Deveraux themselves have granted everyone here the honour of getting to meet the Heiress of this very own group." At the mention of that, the once quiet ballroom got overtaken by whispers and murmurs at every corner. Reporters who were at the back of the ballroom suddenly moved from their positions to ones that were nearer to the stage and where they could get a clearer view of what was happening. Diane could see everyone's eyes darting around, trying to

She said and I laughed. "Well, I didn't do anything. It just happened." I simply told her. "Then you've got to be kidding me. You are dating a demigod, Sarah. Damon Mackay is among the top five richest men in Avalon right now. He is no longer a billionaire but now a trillionaire. He walks in money! As far as I know, he is the largest shareholder for twelve great companies across the world, excluding luxurious hotels and all. This is the man you are living with, Sarah. To top it all, he's living a humble life here at Kimberley Royal Palace, sharing the building with other celebrities and people when he could just buy off the whole building."

I burst into the main hall just in time to hear— “—one billion dollars from His Highness of Qaraim!” A murmur rippled through the room. Politicians. Royalty. Billionaires. Land barons. All with paddles raised and eyes glittering like circling vultures. Vladislav’s villa flashed on the big screen—white stone, sweeping staircase, the very one all his wealth was hidden under. Another paddle rose. “One point one billion!” “One point two!” “One point three!” My stomach twisted violently. And then— Malcolm Reece rose slowly from his seat.

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.

Mr Arnold, ignored and did not pause for a second, he continued to eat care free without looking at either his wife or daughter. " The William family has offered us a huge sum of 5 million dollars for our princess, of course it's because she is carrying their grandchild. It will help us alot especially in our business. The other benefits are the three contracts which Mr William said he needed to talk to u about and if you won't like them, he will then offer them to one of his friends. Are we not lucky to get such opportunities? Don't you think we should speed up ... "Enough! I have had enough of àll this woman. Money, it's just money, money is all you think about! What kind of a human being

He had only left hours ago Jimmy James Junior, or Triple J as he was fondly called is the first and only son of Mr. James Queen; one of the city's richest millionaires with the biggest wine producing company in Las Vegas. The Queen family was not just influential but one of the few millionaires with a legitimate source of income. As everyone knows Las Vegas is run by mostly gamblers and drug dealers; there are more casinos than schools in the city, so coming across a family with legit wealth isn’t something that you get to see every day.

"Explain that my husband, who I thought was a poor assistant who rented his tuxedo for £50, is actually Ethan Blackwood? The billionaire? The Chairman? The man worth £98 billion? Explain that?" She picked up her phone from the bedside table - her cheap iPhone with a cracked screen - and showed him. After she fainted, Mia had googled "Ethan Blackwood Chairman" and sent her the Wikipedia page. Ethan Blackwood (31), Chairman and CEO of Blackwood Group, Britain's richest man, net worth £98B. Known as the Ice King of London. Never married. No girlfriend in 10 years. Lives in Billionaires' Row, Kensington Palace Gardens.

"Alright. If that's what you say." Amber already had an agreement with her bidder. She wasn't even able to sleep properly last night because of that. She thought if they pay their debt she won't have any problem anymore, but she was wrong. Now she has a bigger problem that cannot be solved. Well, it's alright as long as it won't put Amelie's life at stake. "Look at this, Amber. Do you see this handsome man right here? That is none other than Matthias Westwood! The youngest and wealthiest self-made CEO in the country!" Riley cooed as she showed the photo of Matthias from her phone to Amber.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.