Charlie Ward Billionaire Novelas e Histórias

she didn't expect the balance to be 100 billion dollars. she knows many people with 100 billion net worth but can't have 100 billion in their bank accounts and she little scared of how rich and powerful must Patrick's background be. she looked at Patrick a simple yet handsome young man and thought how can such a rich person be so low-key she is interested in Patrick. "a 100 billion," she said in a trembling voice. Patrick smiled nodded his head took out another bank card and asked her to transfer 10 billion to this card from black gold card because if he uses his black gold card everywhere he can attract a lot of attention he don't want that because he want to keep a low profile for some mor

“It seems like forcing you to be my woman was worthwhile. Why don’t I fool around with you for some time, and you send me to jail again? I’ll give you another one billion dollars, and this will help even more people. Is that okay? Anyway, since you enjoy doing charity, sacrificing your body for that isn’t too bad.” “It sounds pretty enticing…” Charity was not offended. Instead, she raised her brows. “But if I wish to help other people, I’m not short of that measly one billion dollars either.” “What do you mean?” Chester was stunned, and numerous thoughts filled his mind. “Because I won’t need money anymore.” Charity laughed. “I’ve invested in a lucrative business. If it does well, I’ll get o

She drag me with her, she take me into a cabin, and say it's your cabin, and wish me best of luck miss isha and go from there. Here I enter into my cabin. Ishu's pov end. Nishant pov Here I reached india, I take a cab my mind say come on nishi you are famous business tycoon and you took cab huh.... But I ignore that thoughts take a cab and directly went to office as I am workholick person, so I reached , now I happily inside in my cabin here my PA come and speak sir today you have meeting with mr.ankit gupta

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

Realizing that the best course of action was to make himself scarce, he turned around and prepared to get into his car. "Don't forget to drop by Gilded Ages when you get the chance, Mr. Wesker. We've also prepared plenty of new toys for your son." "Alright. I will," Charlie said while continuing to converse with me, not even bothering to spare Terence a single glance. Terence silently pulled open his car door as he watched a few other rich patrons join my conversation with Charlie. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Belle Bates, an up-and-coming internet celebrity.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

Shawn walked behind her, panting. Granny and I looked at them as they argued. "I willingly gave it to you " Shawn argued. "No, I caught up with you and collected it." Purple ascertained. "I only let you have it because I pitied you." Shawn defended himself. Purple carelessly shrugged. "Well... that is your loss. I never begged for your pity." She said and smirked again. "How old is Shawn now?" Old Nana inquired from me. "He just turned twenty two." I responded her and bit into one of the apples that was in a fruit bowl on the table in front of me.

Taking out his phone, Carl dialed an unknown number, and the call went through. “Get me a report on a girl leaving at Dax’s house.” “What’s her name?” “I don’t know, you figure it out.” Carl cut the call, placing it back in his pocket. Gazing back at the view out the window, he reminisced at the view of the world below his feet. He was at one of the tallest buildings in the city, located in the busiest of streets. This was the place the Hughes family had laid their foundation— his foundation. And for generations, they had ruled the business world as high-class socialist, quite adept in politics too.

"The richest lady? You mean the mystery billionaire everyone is whispering about? The one Sarah is supposedly representing?" "Exactly," Charlie lied, leaning into the fantasy with everything he had. "She’s the key. And I have a direct line to her. I’m going to settle this once and for all at the gala. We’ll be bigger than we ever were under the Vances. Just hold the line."