Buku Billionaire Store Novels & Stories

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

He said gently with the evil tone only him masters. I was completely numb and beaten up by his argument. I couldn’t believe he'd use that incident against me, but then again what was I thinking ? This is Mr Holmes, the most ruthless billionaire in town, he knows how to get what he wants and settle business down. What an Idiot I was.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

Everyone in the boutique had their eyes on me now, and some of them even stayed some feet away, as though I had contracted an incurable, airborne disease just by touching Ricardo Gambino's card. Finally, when it was my turn to pay for my clothes, I dumped them on the counter and provided my card, feeling like a robot who was slowly running out of power. "That would be two thousand dollars, miss." The shopkeeper told me. I glanced up, catching his eyes and the apology behind them. "Are you sure you can pay for it....?" "Of course, I can!" I snapped. The shop keeper shrugged and swiped my card against the machine, then handed it back to me. Without another word, I picked up my clothes, already

"Shower and wash down every smell of AULA. This night, you're Madame Evangeline." "Isn't this too much, though?" "You don't want to be underdressed," Harper whined. "Whenever you feel like this is too much, you also need to remember that he's a billionaire, and reaching his expectations requires twice the effort." "True." It was a pretty normal dress with sleeves. It'd go with my favorite pair of stiletto heels. Nothing much, nothing less. It was just business, and as Harper has said, it wasn't very easy to impress someone like that. Everything required double effort. "Let's do this."

That way, when I find a job, I can better take care of my little one. After eating, we went to our favorite store, one that offered a unique selection of books, music, art, and artisanal crafts from around the world. As I perused the shelves of the cultural boutique, my eyes fell upon a book that stood out among the others. Its cover featured a lineup of young billionaires, and there, among them, was Elijah's handsome profile. I felt a twinge of recognition, but it was fleeting. Elijah was now like a familiar stranger to me, someone from a past life that felt distant and disconnected. Brushing off the momentary nostalgia, I continued browsing, my focus shifting to other books that piqued my

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

she said dramatically. I smirked."Oh really why don't you try doing that." I said showing her the photo I clicked. "There's no proof it's me."she said smirking. "Yeah right it's my car? My handbag? My clothes right?"I told her. The car was gifted to her by her father, it hasn't yet been launched in the market and the handbag was given by my mother it's a limited edition. She paled. "Uh..oh baby it was a mistake."

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.