Charlie Ward Billionaire Novels & Stories

Zara pointed a chopstick at her. “With all the work you’ve been making me do, you better prepare to give me a two-month vacation to Greece. And you’re the one sponsoring it.” Aria nearly choked on her drink. “Why would I sponsor it?” Zara lifted up her fingers. “One, you’re a billionaire now.” “I’m not a billionaire,” Aria protested. “The company just earns a few millions.” Zara ignored her. “Two, you’re my best friend. Whatever you own, I own it too.”

I walked away with Daniel trailing behind me. The evening blurred into the usual nonsense. “Daniel,” I said smoothly, lowering my voice, “don’t stand too close to me. People might think you’re my date. I’m not interested in tonight’s headlines reading Billionaire Comes Out at Charity Gala.” Daniel choked on a laugh. “Not bad.” I gave him a stern look, lips twitching. “Now spread out. Look useful. Pretend you’re scouting investors.” “Christian Reed.” That fucking voice! I turned, jaw tightening. Robert Harper. Elizabeth’s father. His suit was pressed, his smile wide, but his eyes gave him away—hungry, desperate. The kind of man who would claw his way into any room that promised influence.

Peter was rotakt, his blood one of a kind and my only child, he filled the vacuum he never knew about and I would give up everything to make sure he was safe. ……. I sat still, legs crossed, the atmosphere intense from the constant argument trying to win the contract from the states while I just sat there, knowing and somewhat confident that the contract was mine and my assistant needed to do was sum it the proposal. “You’re not competent enough to pull this deal”. The Evans weaponary snapped at his opponent. “And you think you're worthy of it, common man put some man, I was in the game before joy “. Mr Charles a renowned weaponsry CEO.

Her casual outfit only made it worse, making everything look like a secret relationship. "This is insane—" she started to say, but her phone buzzed with messages. Friends from college, business contacts, even family members she hadn't talked to in years were all congratulating her on a relationship that wasn't real. Freya was lost of words, still trying to process the whole situation within. "There's more," Lena said, scrolling down. "The stock market's blowing up." Everyone thinks this is some kind of corporate merger strategy.” Hart Enterprises' stock had jumped 15% before the market even opened. Business news channels were already talking about a possible merger between the companies.

Betty stood Akimbo. “Mom, he wants his wife to become a shareholder in our family’s company.” Caleb said with a sober tone. “Impossible! Not when I am still alive.” Betty flared up. “I don’t know what exist between Hilton and Mr. Darnold but now it is high time Hilton dies.” “Betty!” George yelled, “Is that the solution you can think of?” Betty shrugged, “What? He almost got us into trouble years ago; we tried to discard him but here he is, as a torn in our flesh. It is better he dies.”

She then opened Marie's messages, and Marie was actually crying her heart out, lamenting how her deep affections were wasted Marie "Mr. Luxton is quite considerate, isn't he? He might not be the best at taking care of people, but he's really a good person at heart." Anna "Huh? Not really, I think Mr. Luxton is very good at taking care of people." Mrs. Smith smile and came in the room "Yes, he's good at taking care of people," she thought, "but only you, you little girl. You better realize it soon." Anna was eating fruit with a toothpick, just having a piece of avocado , when her gaze suddenly froze. She saw the eighth trending topic on Reddit. "Young elite went out with a lady and buys a mob

The ray of sunlight shone on his face, and he squeezed his face, before opening his eyes, then he rolled himself on the bed, before getting up. He was just waking up from sleep, but it didn’t look like he just woke up, because his handsomeness was something anyone will write home about. His name is Damian Walter, he is just twenty-six years old and yet he was already a billionaire of his own. He has a sugar company and it’s growing abundantly.

“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.

Shoreditch, 11:30 a.m., Tuesday, raining. Rose Blackwood-Carter, 20, in Zara, sneakers, hair in messy bun, was wiping coffee tables, when the bell over the coffee shop door jingled. She looked up and froze. Her father, Ethan Blackwood, Chairman of Blackwood Group, worth £150 billion, 51 years old, 6'2, grey eyes, cold face, in a £10,000 black suit, no umbrella, no smile, walked into a Shoreditch coffee shop that sold £3 lattes and Tesco roses.

I hadn’t spent much time with Charlie, who was as intimidating in the office as in the courtroom. “I’m staying in Lake Forest these days.” “Oh, right. You’re with that billionaire. What’s his name? Mackenzie?” As if she didn’t know. She made everyone’s personal business her own. That’s how she got ahead. “Yes. Richard.” “Seems like a good match for you. Where you’re headed career-wise, you ought to be with someone very rich and powerful. Like him.” I let her enter the elevator first. “So tell me. I heard you told off Old Johnson Dorman before you left. I want all the blood spatter and gore. Don’t leave anything out.” Charlie dug into her huge Gucci bag searching for something until her bony,