Billions And Billions Book Novels & Stories

Winnie. Contractual agreement I stood there motionless for a few seconds, with my hands shaky as I held my phone to my ears. My mind running around in circles wondering what response to give? I had just found myself in the middle of a financial crisis and crying about it, then suddenly meeting a billionaire, and getting right out of it the next second? I had to ask, was the universe just playing chess with my emotions? And having fun in just giving me mini heart attacks from time to time?

“ Can someone even count up to three hundred billion ? “ said Ayla in a daze . When hearing her , Aron started to laugh till his stomach hurt . “ Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !!! You are so funny . I am glad that you are at least funny . “ said Aron laughing . “ Hey……you have three hundred billions dollars net worth . How about giving me one billion . It wouldn’t cost you anything . “ said Ayla with a serious thought . “ Maybe ! “ said Aron . “ I am kidding but still you guys have a pretty scary amount of fortune . No wonder madam Dahlia is determined to get you two on the right track and make you excel in your studies . “ said Ayla .

Mary Jane took a deep breath as she walked over to Ethan and Clifford’s table. The cosy café, with its warm lighting and comforting smells, suddenly felt too big and too small all at once. Her heart raced, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. Ethan Cogsworth wasn’t just any customer; he was a billionaire, known for his powerful place in the business world. And she was just a barista, trying to get by.

One billion; how is the child going to come up with that sum? When he was six, although he came from old money, he did not even have thousands of millions in his name, let alone one billion. Where could the child get that one billion? He was not looking down on the boy and was just being realistic. Besides, did he need that one billion? “One billion in dollars; is that not enough?” “Not enough.” “Ten billion, then; is that enough?” Youyou wore a confident smile on his face as he twirled the pen with his fingers.

After ending the call I glanced at the clock, it was 7:00. I looked at the camera monitor and found the twins sleeping. They looked so adorable. Closing all the files I went to their room. Reaching there I saw their books were on the floor, kept open. I checked their books I saw they have completed most of their work. The alphabets were written five times. And the numbers were almost completed, just 20 last numbers were left to make it five times. "Jackson, Ella wake up." I heard them mumble something in their sleep.

Meghan's POV. Betrayal is indeed a bitch. This explained why she had no friends and was never found among good and genuine friendships, often a word used when people fell out of friendship with each other. It was a word that was usually associated with equally bad and horrendous words like disloyalty, treachery, and perfidy.

We spent weeks afterwards cleaning up the mess those two had left behind. That's when we found out we'd only touched the tip of the iceberg. The filth ran far and wide and by the time we'd scraped the bottom of the barrel we'd unearthed names of dignitaries and high ranking businessmen and women not only here but abroad. The most horrific thing I think was how far back the shit had gone. We're talking a century or more here. The fuckery read like a Victorian novel, maybe something people would've read to their kids to put fear in them and keep them in line.

“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.”

Despite the sweet taste of romance and hints of lusts in the air as expensively dressed men and women glided through the floor and the perfectly placed lights touching their skin with erotic hands, Reena could still see with her trained eyes the cloud of budding danger in the air, and she could hear with her trained ears, the whispers of deadly secrets. In that moment Reena could so clearly see the difference between the rich and the poor, the poor would have savored moments like this, and the hall would be washed with true and genuine laughter that wrapped around everyone like wisps of silks and silver memories, but though the rich did laugh, it was as heady and dangerous as sweet wine as t

Devon's POV The entire room was frozen and in complete silence as all eyes turned. The silence was so deafening that one could almost hear a pin drop. Karen's voice was clear and deliberate and pierced through the tension of the room. My breath caught in my throat and my throat ran cold as I saw her. “Thirty million dollars. “ She repeated, her voice echoing in my ears. The auctioneer blinked, visibly taken aback by the huge amount gap but he was quick to recover.