Novel & Cerita Broke Billionaire

"Unfortunately I do, I've had the displeasure for the past few weeks of wading through your filth. I have the children you sold away into captivity by the way. By the end of tomorrow the whole world is going to know what you are not to worry." He struggled against his restraints and swore a blue streak. Demented fuck. I stood back and let him tire his old ass out. Funny, up close he didn't look like either of his personas. Not the great senator, nor the axis of evil. Instead he looked like a sixty five year old degenerate down on his luck.

We have to take what we desire and break the jinx else others will take us for a ride. Jessica has always been viewed as the star of whatever occasion she graces. The daughter of a multi billionaire couple before their death. Now it's passed down to her, every single penny her filthy rich parents ever earned in stocks, properties, monetary. She had it all but one thing she desperately needed in her life- Her own man.

Charity cuts in "Nothing" " Sorry to break your heart, prince charming but he is just using you to satisfy his sexual desires. He doesn't love you, he will never love you. He isn't going to come out with you, for you, or whatever the fuck you imagine would happen. Do you need money? I'll give you the money. Leave this town. Go and enjoy your youth while you still can" Derek could hear the pain in charity's voice. Her eyes were filled with tears and they glistened with the rays of the sunset.

Two hund‌re⁠d thousand dolla⁠r‍s did‍ not feel re‍al⁠. Th‌e numb‍er was obscene‌ and impossible to hold in her head. I‍t might ‍ as‌ well have been two million‌ or two billio‍n for all the sense it made. People like A‍drian Hol‍t coul‍d casually offer to pa⁠y for som⁠eone’‍s life‍ while people like Maya watched t‌heir mothers disappear piece by piece. The unfairnes⁠s of it burn‍ed ho‍tter than‌ fear. She st‍ayed on the bathr‌oom floor until t⁠he buzz⁠ing stopped.

As if he wasn’t asking me to sell myself. ‎I lifted my eyes slowly, forcing my trembling hands to stay still. The man sitting across from me was everything people whispered about in magazines and boardrooms—handsome, powerful, untouchable. Ethan Blackwood. Billionaire CEO. The man who had ruined my family without losing a second of sleep. ‎ ‎“You want me to marry you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. ‎ ‎His dark eyes flickered, sharp and cold, like he was already bored of this conversation. “For one year.”

He walked over to the television and switched it on… Oh no … I rolled my eyes. “I’m in the middle of something, please can you not put that on. I wouldn’t have answered the door.” I returned my gaze to what I was doing. “Shut up and look.” He said and put the television into a news channel and then paused to look at me. I looked over at the television and I tried to get a hold of the context of what he was saying. “Just in… we have just gotten news that James doesn’t have any money and he is now bankrupt. The billionaire is doing all he can to cover his tracks and keep this news from the media but we’ve gotten it. And that’s all for today.” The newsday said

she didn't expect the balance to be 100 billion dollars. she knows many people with 100 billion net worth but can't have 100 billion in their bank accounts and she little scared of how rich and powerful must Patrick's background be. she looked at Patrick a simple yet handsome young man and thought how can such a rich person be so low-key she is interested in Patrick. "a 100 billion," she said in a trembling voice. Patrick smiled nodded his head took out another bank card and asked her to transfer 10 billion to this card from black gold card because if he uses his black gold card everywhere he can attract a lot of attention he don't want that because he want to keep a low profile for some mor

One was a billionaire with a broken heart, and the other was a bankrupt man with the woman of his dreams. And the lie was the only thing holding them all together.

The billionaire CEO was completely, utterly broken. And as I stood alone in the dark, listening to his heavy footsteps fade down the hallway, I realized I was broken, too.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”