Billionaires Love Novel Novels & Stories

“I mean who comes to a gathering like this, drunk? Only Adrian does...he doesn’t care for the children, yet he thinks he can turn around and say I don’t care. He doesn’t care for anyone but himself. Giving out a billion dollars was just something for his ego...” “What?” Adrian’s stared in shock. “A billion what?” he turned around to look at every one. “Me?...” “I tried to stop you sir” his assistant whispered inaudibly. “See, he doesn’t even know...” Eric shook his head. “These men are frauds. They have lied to you all for so long. The world needs people who care and do not pretend to care. It is because of your devotion and love for these men that the cops won’t hasten their investigation.

We've come to the end and final episode of the book. “Billionaires don't love” This book is my first ever attempt at writing and publishing a novel and I'm proud of the little feats it has achieved so far. Though the writing may not be perfect but I believe with time, I'll get better. Shout out to all my readers, subscribers and voters, and to my editor and Goodnovel for the opportunity. I love you all. My second book is up on the app titled “Cielo: Chronicle of untold truths”

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

*2 hours ago* It was another successful client that I was able to sign up today which marks the 100th high net worth client who we will be helping to build a luxurious mansion for. I am the owner of G & M Construction which has been built alongside my husband of 7 years. Abigail Monroe was a nobody a decade ago, but if you say this name in the construction world today, it’s a name that has been making ripples along with Nathan Greyson. I had this dream of building my own empire one day, and my passion has always been in Interior designing. It was a passion that I developed whilst I was in high school after I started dating Nathan, my best friend since I was 11.

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

With this it's very easy to take out any book you want, anywhere without fearing falling, each of this steel construction has a railing to protect you while you are walking on it, assessing the books. "What types of books are all of these, I think all categories?" Emily nods. "What are your favorites?" "I prefer romance novels, billionaire genre for now." "Is it because of your billionaire prince charming?" She teases prompting me to blush, I have no other option but to nod. Before now I'd fantasized falling in love with a billionaire, a CEO. I always envied those characters who fell in love or got these men falling in love with them. Now I want to read this, not as a dreamer but as one whos

Aurora points out. “We have no choice but to just get along” I remark as I start to walk toward the house with the food basket in my hand because it is quite heavy. “You never can tell; this could be the beginning of such a beautiful love story between you both” Dianne remarks and I hiss. “You know what?” I question her. “What?” she questions back as she doubles up her pace to catch up with me as I approach the door of the mansion. “I don’t blame you; I blame Good novel because if not for the numerous billionaire romances that you have read on the platform, you wont start thinking that someone like Brian and I can be so compatible to the point of falling in love” I answer her.

She set her brush down and looked at Nathaniel with a thoughtful expression. "Nathaniel," she began, "I've shared a part of my journey with you. I'm curious to know, what inspired your dreams of becoming a billionaire?" Nathaniel paused for a moment, his eyes meeting Olivia's as he considered her question. It was a rare moment for him to discuss his motivations and aspirations openly, but he appreciated Olivia's boldness and genuine interest.

As per usual, the sisters were loud in the car, their conversations varying from free-range chicken to global warming to hot dude in silver Ferrari to poverty in Third World countries. “I swear if those bastard millionaires and billionaires, like that silver Ferrari dude, only had the heart to help out a little more, those poor, starving children wouldn’t have to suffer through all the shit they have to go through,” Dara said with a passion. “What about you, Alex?” Soriya asked. “You and your husband make donations and all that stuff, right?”

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.