Novel & Cerita Billions Book

“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.”

“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?”

and there it was. The two hundred billion dollar bill.

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.

I sat there for about a minute before finally tearing the envelope open To say I was shocked is an understatement. I stared at the papers, my eyes wide, hands trembling. "D... D.. divorce? You want a divorce?" I found it difficult to say those words. What the hell was happening? How could one's life turn upside down into a complete mess in just a split second. What was the reason for this sudden betrayal? We had been good yesterday, we had no quarrel or disagreement. Just this morning, he told me how much he loved me before leaving for work. What changed?

"I wish I could help, but my hands are tied. You have until tomorrow morning to make the payment, or we'll have to transfer her to the county general." County general. Where poor people went to die. I stumbled out of Violet's room, my legs barely holding me up. In the hallway, I collapsed into a plastic chair and buried my face in my hands. Ten thousand dollars might as well have been ten million. Even with Alexander's five hundred, I was nowhere close. Alexander. The card was still in my pocket, slightly crumpled from my shaking hands. The elegant black lettering seemed to mock me: Alexander Richie, CEO, Richie Enterprises.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

The Billionaire's Struggle Synopsis He has been longing for a family again, since the death of his wife. Five years later, he finally finds love with a new addition to the family. His daughter, Luna, gave him a new reason to live after the death of his wife but the depression started when the cute 4-year-old went into coma. For good three months, she was still in coma, he could not do anything because of lack of concentration. He lost deals worth millions.

Stephan says. “But why would anyone bet with a billion?” Natalia asks. “People would do anything to get more money. It is only the human nature.” Noah says with a frown. “Here, look, it says that Mrs Newman assures everyone that they would get a big surprise next week, when the billion that they lost turns to two billions gained. That is, the billion that they lost, and one more.” Stephan says with a shake of the head.

asked Madame Claire, “Are you brain dead? You must have gone insane. Why don’t you just tell us that you own Thousand Miles Conglomerate? Get out of our home now before you spread your craziness around here!” Alex glared at Madame Claire. He wanted to tell her that he truly was the owner of Thousand Miles Conglomerate so badly. However, even if he said it, no one would believe him, just as Dorothy thought he was crazy when he told her he had ten billion dollars. It was indeed difficult for anyone, even himself, to believe it was true.