Charlie Wade Story Billionaire Novels & Stories

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

Mocking. “Well, of course,” Ellie said lazily. “She’s already planned everything.” Kate stopped speaking. Ellie leaned back, crossing her legs slowly. “This was always the goal, wasn’t it honey ? The money. The comfort. The lifestyle.” Her gaze slid over Kate deliberately. “You wanted to be a billionaire’s wife so badly you schemed your way into his life. How desperate ” Kate didn’t react. She had learned long ago that silence hurt more than words. “All poor people are the same,” Ellie continued lightly. “They grab whatever opportunity they can even if it means stealing someone else’s life.”

“No one ever thought that Charlotte will be lucky when it came to men. I mean, she spent the past ten years with a jerk. It's a miracle that she ended up getting someone as good as Hayden.” “A billionaire for that matter,” Rory piped in for the first time since I got here. She obviously didn't want to engage in the conversation, but she was now. “You would have brought him down to ruins with the way you spend.” Did she think I cared about that? He was always going to make enough money to spend. Too bad he was stuck with Charlotte. All that money would go to waste, and only his net worth would keep increasing. Like anybody cares about that these days.

" I know who this is.... I turned around. I saw... That is.... Wade POV: I had to see Cherry. I miss her. I know we should be friends, but I cannot help it. I want this girl. She has been driving me crazy for the last 3 years now. I want to taste, smell, and fuck her since we were in 11th grade. But now that I have tasted her two sets of lips, I want her again; she's like a drug to me. I need it and am addicted to her body and heart. I know she loves me! she told me she loves me. I do love her, but I cannot tell her, I am listening to my fucking grandpa, who was in love with her aunt Emily. He over her, but he is still angry at Jake Moroney because he was his best friend.

“Okay so you know how I’ve been talking to you guys about my dads business failing, they all nodded in unison. “Yeah so he kinda had some bad dealings with some shady people and that made him lose a very huge amount of money and it also lead to him, firing his workers as he couldn’t pay their salary for the sometime and closing down his business. So how does the marriage come to play Calvin. asked. Well as he was searching for people to lend him money to pay up the salaries of some f his workers and to be able to reopen his business again. He met Mr Alexandria Cartwright. “Wait Alexandria Cartwright., Alexandria Cartwright., that name seems familiar. I know I’ve heard it before. I just can’t

Doesn't say anything. More silence. Then Damon: “A was in an accident?!” Ava confirms it. Just days before she ran. My stomach drops. "I was plugged into machines, and you just… left?" I cry. "I'm sorry. I was scared." “It's always about money with you,” Damon says on the tape. Then, a number: 5.5 million dollars. "You lost five-point-five million dollars trying to double it?!" Ava nods. "I was stupid."

I would ride it all around the compound till I couldn't move my legs on it no more, and now my son rode that same bicycle. I walked away to the bar to sip some red wine while waiting for my dates. Fre minutes down, I walked back to my dresseoom, wore a well tailored suit, limited edition, a lion skin black shoes and red shade to complete my dressing. As always I looked handsome, a winck could get me the president daughter. There was a plus, I'm a billionaire. Down the stairs from behind, I saw the shape that made my heart skipped. Isabella stood there, flawless and beautiful.

Inside, Tatiana's thoughts were spinning completely out of control . Maxwell was a Sterling . A real Sterling . The heir to one of the biggest fortunes in the entire country . Her heart pounded wildly as she processed this absolutely shocking information . If she had known... if she had just waited a little longer... if she had been more patient... No . She couldn't think like that . But how could she not? Maxwell was a billionaire now . The same Maxwell she had abandoned because he had nothing . Because being with him meant accepting a life of endless struggle and poverty .

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.