Charlie Wade Story Billionaire Novels & Stories

he said. “What?” I quickly covered my mouth. Why is he so generous with money? Cold, arrogant, warm, and generous CEO. “I would submit my résumé right away,” I said as I brought out my phone. “I said tomorrow,” he replied coldly again. “Can I ask for something?” I asked. “Go ahead.” I was really scared to talk but I summoned the courage and said “Athena Holdings is a fast-growing company with an intelligent CEO. I was hoping you could give them a chance and partner with them,” I said with my head lowered.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

*** Madeline Carter sat in front of her vanity as Edith Penrose, her childhood nanny, gently combed her curly red hair. “You’ve done it,” Edith said, her voice low and pleased. “Beatrice Langford already pushed the story to CNN. Headline reads: ‘Ethan Whitmore Survives Fire, Returns to Find Wife Sold His Properties and Ran from L.A. – Now Engaged to a Billionaire.’” She paused to smile. “We made sure it mentioned her fashion company too. And how she’s divorcing her husband—who just came back from the dead—because her fiancé, Caleb Monroe, is rich. We also hinted she was seeing Caleb even before Ethan’s accident.”

“What? What are you saying?” How had she even seen Marcus again? "You met with Marcus?" “Yes, I ran into him at a mall yesterday. Totally random! I told him about you, how passionate you are about acting. He said he’d make sure you get the role—it’s practically yours—and then he asked where you’ve been. I told him you’d been…stressed about your playboy Leo. And girl, he confessed he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since that night. It turns out Marcus is practically royalty. Old money, but he’s also this fast-rising actor, super private, famous for voicing all those animated heroes. A British Royalty, Charlotte! And he is a billionaire. He spent, I kid you not, at least two hours convincin

"And I didn't expect any less from the likes of you." He chuckled. "Don't behave so high and mighty just because you married a billionaire, Elaine. I don't know what you did to do this but that's besides the point." I frowned and folded my arms. "I've got a feeling that roses aren't what brought you here." "They aren't." He looked around for a moment before leaning in to whisper. "We are in trouble." My eyes widened in shock. "We?" He rolled his eyes. "Not you, but us. The team."

She was being mocked or pitied and she did not want any of these. So, she left. She left the city and all it's people back. ....After three months... "It's been three months since the death of the only heir of the multibillion dollar X complany. The chairman and the grandfather of the deceased Gael Greyson donated a huge amount to many charities. Gael Greyson was ...." The Tv was turned off showing that the person was the not anymore interested in knowing about the case. It's been three months but still this news was everywhere and on every channel.

The room erupted in soft gasps and impressed murmurs. Selene’s heart sank. Adair. Rowan Adair. Power. Influence. Wealth. Untouchable status. Her mother was aiming high. Too high. “Wow, she’s aiming for the top.” “I love her ambition.” “She’s so refined.” “Such grace at her age.” “Rowan Adair is SO lucky” The comments flooded in, both from the reporters and the guests. Selene watched, numb, as Cherry stood beneath the lights, her future being rewritten in real time.

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

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.