Novel & Cerita Buku Billionaire Store

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

“The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.” I frowned. “Only one part?” “There are hotels, media investments, real estate, and a few other things,” he said. I stared at him. I had known he was rich, but hearing it plainly made the truth heavier. James had always acted powerful, but now I understood the difference. James controlled the world around him, while Xavier belonged to a world much larger than that. Maybe Xavier saw the change in my face, because he said, “You do not need to look so worried.”

“You seem to know your way around this world.” She hesitates for a moment, but then a proud smile tugs at her lips. “I actually own a store,” she says. I’m stunned. I can't believe it. That's even more impressive that I imagined her response would be. “No way,” I say. “You own a store? I had no idea.” Her cheeks flush slightly “Yeah, it’s a boutique. I sell high-end fashion and accessories,” I’m in awe. “That’s amazing,” I breathe, my eyes locked onto hers. “I didn’t even know I’d been sitting next to a billionaire for hours.” I laugh softly, and she joins me.

And once again, he was amuse as to how that woman handle such situations. Well, she was able to settle more than half of the debts of her company in just three months after she started handling it. Setting a new record in the business sector, so this kinds of situations are probably just child's play to her. September's face was laced with a proud smirk while Falcon layed out what happened inside that conference room. The butler was at loss of words when he saw his boss closing the laptop in front of him and did the same to the financial booklet he was recently reading.

All through the time she took me around the shelves, showing me different books, I kept my eyes at for any suspicious looking person or anyone that stared at me for too long. "I recently got this one, it's a good read for you dear." She said, finally picking out a book. Formerly, she had just pointed to different books and summarised the plot for me. I took the book and read out the title; THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIRED GIRLFRIEND. I immediately liked the book as the title depicted my life before Hawaii. I wondered if the female lead of the story also fell in love with her contracted billionaire boyfriend like I didn't with Asher.

Her eyes lit up as she let out a giggle. The question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind since I met Belle finally won the battle so I asked, “What's a textbook billionaire?” As though she had been waiting for the question, she clapped her hands together and turned to me, beaming. She raised her finger and began counting, “Ridiculously wealthy. Powerful. Mysterious. Always in control. Emotionally unavailable and probably brooding half the time.” The list was good till that. A stern frown settled on my face as the words ‘emotionally unavailable’ flashed in my head repeatedly.

I wasn't done I visted several luxury shops like Louis Vuitton, Versace, Beverly hills and trust I got a Birkin bag. Everywhere I went I got the same royalty treatment as though I was some freaking queen, don't get me wrong I don't hold back whenever it comes to spoiling myself with my money. But today was the literally best shopping day of my life, I splurged on every luxury item in my freaking cart. All the while I swiped Dante's black premium MasterCard, I expected a call from him to warn me about the dent I was causing in his pocket. But not a message,I guess being a billionaire he wouldn't care such expenses were trivial to him.

I wondered, I glanced backwards at the baby store and the doors opened. My head whipped away immediately. I noticed it was Kyle. He was already out of the shop. What was going on? Since leaving had become a bit difficult, I opted to hide among the crowd. "Please excuse me. Do you know what is happening?" I asked an onlooker in English, although I was fluent in German it was not necessary since a large German population could speak English. "A popular billionaire is here for the opening of a brand store, so everyone wants to get a piece of him.." the lady said to me in a thick accent. My brows furrowed as I thought about her words, wondering who it was, but soon my question was answered.

Alex Russo the biggest dick head in the whole world and the heir to the Russo empire, we attended the same schools growing up and now we’ve both been placed as vice president in both companies and next in line to being CEO, such an hectic job especially when we are clearly in a competition and can’t afford to slack off. I’m Vanessa Carter, only daughter and heir to the Carter’s conglomerate especially since my younger brother signed off the “dilly-dallying” of the family business, as he would call it, and decided to go into the medical field as a Doctor leaving me with such hectic role to play. I turned as my alarm rang and turned it off while getting off my queen sized bed and very soft bed

It wasn't everyday a lowly storekeeper got to have a good-looking billionaire such as myself in their store, which was in a hell of a terrible condition by the way. "What's your name?" "Wh-What?" She came, like she was surprised I asked. "Your name? You do have one right browny locks?" She exhaled tiredly, "It's Amy." "Hmm, Amy, nice. So, why's your store in such bad condition? I mean you do know it's bad for business right? It's hot in here, it smells like some old, underground cemetery and of all things, why a fucking bookstore?" I asked. I truly had no filter when it came to saying things as they were to whomsoever.