Buku Billionaire Store Novels & Stories

After a while of looking into it, he passed it over to Grey, who stared at it. “There are only three treasures that ring a bell”, he said, just as Grey went through the pictures. Just then, he caught sight of a jewelry that looked exactly like the one he had in his possession. “I think this is it! Tell me what you know about this one”, he said to the man who took the book and looked at the picture. “The last I heard of it…it was given to a very prominent billionaire. I have no idea of who it is”, the store owner said, and Grey nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Easy for you to say. What do you elusive billionaires do anyway? I am curious now. What exactly do you guys do other than attending meetings?" Bash raised his eyebrow in a questioning look. "Elusive billionaires?" I nod my head. "There's no clear explanation about your work in those novels I read. Let's hear out. What do you do?" "By novels, you mean the one you and Shalini read about how a normal girl married to a billionaire and taught him how to love?"

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

BB was a multinational corporation and every person in the USA of out of it was aware of this company and Billina Bernand. At a very small age, she just made her name as the ruthless businesswoman of America. She was all over the news and on the front pages of magazines like Forbes, Vogue, Cosmopolitan, Elle and many more. And for the past two months, she was on the cover of Forbes with a title 'Billina Bernand, the billionaire beauty'. Many bachelor young businessmen were after her but she was simply not interested. Clara and Ron were waiting for their boss's arrival. "Ma'am, Ritz Carlton is being booked for your lunch with the Parkers and I've invited them," Clara informed after she greete

"Miss Luca why did you apply for the position of my personal assistant? I am sure you have heard I am a very arrogant and ruthless man." This time When she spoke her voice was firm and confident . "Mr Monteiro I applied for the position because I have always dreamed of working in an esteemed company such as yours. Plus I have the qualifications and I need a job. I have also heard of your reputation but still you are the president of one of the worlds most successful business empires and I believe a stern attitude is understandable as you want the best for your company and in my opinion you do not get the best if you are "soft" or so to speak. "

"I'm not from a wealthy family, Mrs. Carrington. Before this, I worked in a local bookstore." The surrounding women exchanged immediate, amused glances, hiding their smirks behind gloved hands. "A bookstore?" Evelyn repeated, her tone dripping with condescension. "How... quaint. I suppose modern miracles do happen." Another socialite laughed softly behind her champagne flute. "It seems absolutely anyone can marry a billionaire these days if they play their cards right." Lorrie recognized the textbook insult immediately, her posture rigidifying. But before she could fire back, a deep, chilling voice cut through the air.

I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. I knew the card was premium, but I didn't realize it was just ten of this in the entire world. And I'm not surprised the Andersons had one. They're amongst the richest billionaires in the world. "So...where is the best place to shop on this island?" His smile became bigger. "I know the perfect place." He then led me to the sleek SUV parked outside. And with that, our day fully began. I entered the first luxury boutique intending to buy only one dress.

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

That was when something finally happened. I watched him walk into a luxury jewelry store. Immediately, my attention sharpened. Lucas was not someone who fancied buying things himself. He was a billionaire. He had assistants. Personal shoppers. Managers. People whose entire careers revolved around making his life easier. If he wanted something, someone bought it for him. Yet this time, he entered the store personally. That alone raised alarms in my mind. I grabbed the high-powered binoculars I kept inside my car. From my position across the street, I focused on the store.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.