Novel & Cerita Billions And Billions Book

Jaxon said and the place became quiet. “Jaxon, what are you doing?” I whisper to him and he ignores me. He was spending too much just for that piece. “I heard he is Mr Baxter's eldest son”. Anna said to Jaxon and I as she looked in the direction of the man competing with Jaxon.” Brian has an elder brother?”. I thought in my head “One Hundred and fifteen million”. Mr Baxter's eldest son said. “One hundred and fifty million”. jaxon said and Mr Baxter's eldest son did not respond.

Such was the power of the Eldor Four. Leonard was surprised as well, but he scoffed at the other three men. "One billion and two hundred million." Wilbur's head was starting to hurt. These guys were out of their mind. "One billion and three hundred million." "One billion and four hundred million." "One billion and five hundred million." Leonard got to his feet. "One billion and six hundred million."

Jacob's eyes widened. "Could it be… 100 million dollars?" "100 million dollars? Multiply that by ten." Matthew laughed. "What?" Jacob's eyes sprang wide open. He swung his hand and delivered a stinging slap. "I'll teach you a lesson for spouting such nonsense. And don't you think you're blabbing like it's a simple joke! This is one billion dollars, not a measly one hundred dollars." "Ouch!" Matthew clutched his face, grimacing in pain.

"Quick, give me a pen." Daniel handed him a pen. Yuuken counted the squares for a long moment before painstakingly filling them in. Ultimately, he wrote down an amount of one billion. To him, a million was already an astronomical figure. One billion was an unimaginable amount. But to the Morris family, one billion was just a drop in the ocean. After he finished filling out the check, the household staff brought out the food from the kitchen. Everyone was waiting for him to eat and during this time, Anthony made a phone call to Calvin.

Yet my throat felt too tight for any sound to emerge. The numbers continued to rise until they no longer sounded real to me. Millions turned to billions, and eventually the announcer lifted a hand, repeating the latest offer of one hundred billion dollars with dramatic satisfaction. I thought perhaps that would be the end of it. No one in the hall seemed eager to challenge such a monstrous amount, and for one brief second I foolishly believed the nightmare had reached its highest point. Then a deep voice cut cleanly through the silence. “Eight hundred billion.” Every head in the room turned.

Richard exclaimed excitedly, “That's 3 billion in total!” “Three… three… billion?” Harvard fell into the chair with a thump. His eyes widened. He was so astonished that he almost lost consciousness. Even Donald, who always had his nose in the air, was no longer calm. Three billion was really an astronomical number. He had even mentioned that Thomas had not delivered a single penny to the Hill family. As a result, Thomas had contributed 3 billion dollars in one shot, which was an amount that Donald could not make in his entire life.

“I was shaking. I didn’t want you to see, but I was terrified. That number… 1 billion dollars. I thought, ‘What the hell am I doing?’” Theodore gave a soft hum of agreement. “And I thought, ‘She’s going to say no.’ I watched you with that pen in your hand, and for a second, I thought you’d walk away.” “I almost did,” she admitted, staring back up at the stars. “But then I thought of Chris. His tiny hands, his smile even when he was in pain. I couldn’t walk away. I couldn’t afford to.” The silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of memory.

“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?”

Hello dearest readers, We have finally reached the end of The Billionaire's Discarded Bride! 277 chapters of chaos, tears, revenge, redemption, and way too many dramatic confrontations. I can’t believe we made it. I’m sitting here emotional, exhausted, and slightly proud of myself for not abandoning this story halfway through like I threatened to do at least seventeen times. 😭

His mechanical claw opened and closed, a nervous tic. "REWARD FOR CAPTURE OR CONFIRMED TERMINATION:" The number that flashed on the screen was so large it didn't look real. It looked like a phone number. "10,000,000,000 UNIVERSAL CREDITS." Ten billion. It was enough to buy this entire city. It was enough to buy a small country. It was enough to make a saint murder his own mother. "ADDITIONAL BOUNTIES: 1 BILLION PER ACCOMPLICE."