Charlie Ward Billionaire Novels & Stories

She grabbed her bag and stepped into the hallway, determined to push him out of her thoughts. That was when she heard voices again. “…Blackwood Industries stock stabilized overnight.” Zayrielle slowed. She shouldn’t eavesdrop. She knew that. But the name made her stop cold. Blackwood. The hallway television mounted near the elevator flickered to life. “—in other news, billionaire CEO Caeldrin Blackwood was notably absent from last night’s charity gala, fueling rumors of internal pressure from the Blackwood family—” Her breath caught. The screen shifted to a photograph.

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

I wasn't even done—four more messages with bidding prices, all females wanting to buy. Really? I'm cuter than him. I sneered. Then a bigger bidder came through. Fifty thousand dollars and a trip, if you don't mind. Your location, and thanks no trip. The closest bar to Frost. A black-tinted Range Rover. Get in. Creepy, it sounded. But Charlie liked them creepy and bumpy like the asphalt.

Charlie whispered, his voice hoarse, as though a block of ice were lodged in his throat. He stared at the wooden ship he had spent the entire night building, now standing half-finished before him. Both of his hands were covered with tiny cuts and hardened calluses from the carving tools. His eyes burned from exhaustion and lack of sleep, yet every sacrifice he had made had suddenly lost its purpose. In the end, William Vanguard was still the victor. No matter how much sweat and blood Charlie poured into this freezing warehouse in Zurich, William's wealth and influence in City-B would always move far faster, effortlessly pushing Charlie aside before he ever had the chance to catch up.

Third Book in the Billionaire Series. My Marriage is a Contract. Messed with my Arrogant Boss. The Billionaire’s Hidden Legacy "I don’t want to work for you. What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it, or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged and has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire, Lucas Valencia and gets pregnant with his child.

Gia lamented with tears spilling down her face before slamming the door in my face. Her words shocked me. I didn't know Gia suspected my relationship with Victor. I couldn't believe she was ready to give up her crush on Victor because of me, but why? I thought she had always hated me. Anyway, it's too late now, he's engaged to another person. I can't believe he lied to me... It was after some time when Audrey and Lisa had excused themselves from the room before I could bring myself to stare at the magazine in my hands. The caption caught my eyes“ The Youngest Billionaire Of The Thompson's Household Announces His Engagement After The Merger Of The Two Companies”

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 .

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.

he scolded "why?" "I'll show you soon" "can we at least get a description of what he looks like ....pleaseeeeee" Charity begged while holding his arm. He gently pushed her away, using his side eyes to observe Rachel's facial expressions. "Okay, he is rich and handsome. Good in bed too," he said Charity laughed so loudly in such a way that her neighbours could hear her. Rachel's anxiety awoke and she felt so uncomfortable standing there with the two weird mother and child not ignoring the fact that charity looked too young to have a child like derek.

In exchange for the permanent suppression of evidence regarding her mother’s complicity in the 2014 fraud, Elara Vance agrees to a term of "Total Wardship." Article III: The Conduct. The Ward shall not leave the premises without a chaperone, shall have no private digital footprints, and shall submit to the "Educational Directives" of the Guardian. Article IV: The Termination. This contract is non-terminable by the Ward until the debt is settled in full—a sum that, with interest, exceeded the value of my own life ten times over. "This is a bill of sale," I whispered, the paper trembling in my hand.