Novel & Cerita Books Millionaires Read

I stated and began arranging the things on the counter. "Really? So you mean you wouldn't care if this hunk of a man walked into this store right now and asked you to date him?" Wilma asked, holding up the magazine, showing me his image with a smirk on her face. "Not even if all the top ten hottest billionaires walked in here" I stated confidently, folding my arms. That was when we heard someone enter into the store as the bell jingled. "Welcome to Reading Culture and what would you like to..." I paused as my eyes finally met who was at the entrance and I was momentarily stunned.

The man, a middle-aged businessman with a nervous demeanor, glanced around as if expecting someone to recognize him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, contacting me after all these years,” he said, his voice low. Emma smiled sweetly. “I have an offer you can’t refuse. Your story, your name in the press—how does that sound?” The man’s eyes narrowed. “And what’s in it for me?” Emma leaned closer, her tone silky. “Money. A lot of it. Plus the chance to bring Edward Vanderbilt to his knees. All you have to do is tell your side of the story.”

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

Why is he so shameless this early into the day. “Not just a millionaire. He’s incredibly romantic too,” Zara, my dearest traitor of a sister, continues. She pushes Roland’s cushion away and stands up, heading straight toward us. She stops right in front of Banks, who is still trying to lock eyes with me. "Are all millionaires this romantic? Because I definitely want one for myself. Do you happen to have any single friends?” “I cannot say,” Banks reply smoothly. Finally looking away from me to stare down at Zara, who is looking up at him with wide, opportunistic eyes. “I am a Billionaire" How can I stop Banks to stop talking?

Maisie said as she walked out of the room leaving the man to think if she just mildly insulted him. Arriving at the copy room, she went to the shelf where they kept papers and started to look for an unopened packet. Most were opened and still more than half. She gleaned at the wastefulness of the organization. They did say that the owner was in a coma, that is why the state of the firm was like this, saying that they didn't have money to pay salaries and yet still wasteful. As she got a full packet of paper, something hit her across the back of her head and she crumbled. ****

I'm gonna choose one to three books only, I can't handle reading multiple books at a time. I walk through the billionaire genre sub-section which is clearly inscribed on the long shelf admiring each book I see. I pick up each of the books the book cover and title attracts me to scan through, for some attempting to scan through the main body to check if there's anything that interests me. At last I end up taking down with me three books, which suit my taste at this particular time. Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire.

chapter FOUR So there I was, lost in a mansion I totally didn’t belong in. I wondered if all millionaires—or was Henry Nash a billionaire?—let broke, unknown guys like me wander through their homes unescorted? It would be too easy for me to pickpocket something and resell it. I mean, a single painting, or clock, or statue could pay for months’ worth of rent or groceries.

I gave him a hug. Dad never failed to show the best that he can in raising me even he encountered a lot of hard times doing that. Well, what can you expect? Being a billionaire's only child is never easy. Kidnap for ransom is the most common threat in my life that I had experienced and the reason that leads to traumatic experiences I least wanted. “But Dad, you said that you want me to be happy. Isn't it absurd for you to decide whom I'm going to marry?” I asked him in a low tone of voice.

Trisha lived a physical life that involved long hours in the gym along with the regular training required for her job. Sara laughed. “Well, I’m back home.” “You’re where?” Trisha asked, all exhaustion gone from her voice. “Yeah. You remember Mr. Garrison? He died last week, and now you’re talking to the heir to a billion dollars.” “A wha—” Trisha gasped. “Well, probably half of that after taxes and whatnot.” “Sara! You didn’t tell me that old man was a bajillionaire!” Sara laughed. “I didn’t know! I knew he always had plenty of money to give me for college and whatever I needed until I got a job, but it seems that old coot was keeping some secrets.”

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.