Broke Billionaire Novels & Stories

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

Feeling helpless and shattered, I crumbled to the floor, crying bitterly. The worst part of it all was the fact that I couldn’t borrow money from any friend because I didn’t have any. Brian never allowed me to socialize, even though it was for business. Frantic, I tried to reach out to some loan sharks, but I got to know I was blacklisted.

Feel free to call me the sacrificial lamb. But Smith wasn't a bad looking man. In fact, he was very handsome. He was everything I couldn't find in Dan, my ex-boyfriend. Smith was tall, slim, muscular, and athletic. He was very handsome and cute as well. Apart from all these, he was calm, humble, and manly. I got to know he was a billionaire through Emily and later, I came to know that he was bankrupt. “Congratulations, Anna…” Emily had told me when we were backstage. “You must be so happy to have Smith. He is a billionaire, you know…”

I could even buy Melody a bakery and it wouldn’t put a dent in the money in my bank account. Wow, I slipped into the back of the black limousine and sat back closing my eyes. I was really, really rich. The kind where I could pack up my stuff and travel the world for the rest of my life and never need to work again. It was scary to think that any one person had that much money! The car drove up to the villa and I was greeted by a teary-eyed housekeeper. I tried to console her, but I could feel that I wasn’t succeeding. I was brokenhearted myself. Bradley was an incredible person and a lot of people were going to miss him. He wasn’t just charitable. He was a down-to-the-bone good guy.

"Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire." "I know. I got their message already." I said waving my phone. "Hmm." He took another sip from the coffee. "Have you thought on what to do with Kathleen? You know she isn't supposed to be in there with you." I nodded and took the cup of coffee, it smells nice better than the one the coffee machine makes. "I would probably give her a break, she needs it now that she has a birthday party coming on." Fuck! I regretted what I just blurted.

"I wasn’t always rich, you know. When I graduated from university, things were a mess. My roommate and I were broke, struggling to make ends meet, barely getting by. Then one day, everything changed." She found herself leaning in slightly, caught up in the unexpected glimpse into his past. "There was this old man, a billionaire, though we didn’t know it at the time. His car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and my friend and I stopped to help him. He was in a hurry—said he had a huge business meeting and thought he was about to lose a contract."

How could things be the same? In the end, I simply murmured, “Sure.” The world went quiet. The silence was only broken by the noise from the street and my beating heart in my tiny rental. That night, I didn’t sleep a wink. I wondered if poverty restricted my imagination. Terry could be some undercover billionaire, for all I knew. No way was he some modest billionaire that existed only in the world of literature, right? It was the most absurd thing ever. I bet he worked at a high-end club or art gallery. The backdrop was just a set.

he said without blinking. "That's not what I mean, Scott...." "Then what's wrong, Allie?" he asked in a low voice. I stared at the man in front of me, still unable to digest that he could afford a car worth millions of dollars. Six years ago, he could hardly even afford to buy a scooter. I know he's a billionaire now, but it's sometimes hard for me to accept who he is now, especially since breaking up with me paved the way into his success.

, Skye said and Kun sighed. "I was just picking on you. I didn't mean it like that. I just wondered how hard it must be for you to be a designer when you're... ", Kun said, not wanting to call her colour blind again. "It's not your fault my life is ruined", Skye said. "What do you mean your life is ruined?", Kun asked burning with curiosity. "Priveé terminated our contract when they found out that I was colour blind. You have no idea how much I envied you guys", Skye said, crying already. "You guys are perfect. You have each other's backs, you're all doing great. It's not the same for me. Siobhan died because of me. My parents cut ties with me. My life is literally in pieces", Skye said as s

His grip around my waist tightened slightly, firm and possessive, as whispers spread through the room like wildfire. “Is that… Amara Cole?” “The bride who got abandoned last week?” “No… that’s impossible.” “Wait… isn’t she with Wolfe?” My heart pounded violently in my chest. Just days ago, these same people had watched my humiliation circulate across the internet. Videos of my wedding disaster had reached millions of views overnight. And now here I was… standing beside the most powerful billionaire in the city. Alexander leaned closer to my ear, his voice low and calm. “Relax,” he murmured. “You’re trembling.”