Charlie Ward Billionaire Novels & Stories

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

“Charlie is a King! Her father is Adrian King, the CEO of King’s Enterprises and the chairman of ACE Construction company in Halliport City. Taylor, you did not just date a wealthy girl. You are dating a billionaire heiress!” Taylor’s parents gasped, whereas Tristan said, “Cool!” On the other hand, Taylor hissed. He shook his head and remarked, “No wonder she can’t cook.” *** Later that night, Taylor was with Charlie in her bedroom. They were both tired, so they quickly got under the covers. Before falling asleep, Taylor suddenly said, “Babe, you are a billionaire, huh?” “Mmmm. Yeah,” Charlie confirmed. “Okay.” Taylor paused before saying, “I’ll say it now—I refuse to be a trophy husband!”

I'll expand it to a wider world than they've ever allowed me to enter. *** But in another corner of Jakarta, in the Smith family boardroom, Charles stared at the news with an expressionless face. "So she really won," he muttered. Theodore, standing by the window, replied quietly. "She didn't just win. She opened a door that we've locked for so long." Charles clenched his hands into fists. "Then... we should find another door. Before it's all hers." They didn't speak again. ***

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

Damn, if one morning of freedom could do that for her then I would see that it never changed. "We're going shopping again today love, you need clothes and stuff." "That's too much, after yesterday." She pulled away and fussed with her seat belt. "Ashley, do you have any idea how much I'm worth?" She shook her head no, and how refreshing was that? Shit any of the females of my past acquaintance would sell an ovary for the chance to go shopping on Gideon Thorpe's dime. "I'm worth more than you can spend in ten lifetimes so I don't want you worrying about that stuff okay?"

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

I had to take deep breaths and I reminded myself that it was best to maintain whatever poise and dignity I had left. “why are you doing this?” I asked, in a very small voice; I even strained to hear myself speak. “It's simple, Darling, you get to be out of Aiden’s life, get a whooping sum of ten million dollars, and that’s more money than you could have ever earned in your wildest dreams, and I get to be back in it. Then, Charlie here…” she said as pointed towards him. “Charlie would become a top shareholder in Aiden’s Non profit. A win for everyone involved, don’t you think?” she smiled as she ended her little talk.

Conclusions third because conclusions without the first two were just opinions and Maya had a deep personal distrust of unsupported opinions even her own. The facts came out rapidly. Charles Dick was a Zillionaire. His identity had been deliberately withheld from public record for years. He had come to The Harlow as a professional exercise, Lumière as an acquisition target, Vivienne as the subject of that assessment. He had concealed this for the entire duration of their relationship. He had also, within that same duration, apparently fallen in love with her, signed a document that put his entire empire at risk, and laughed when he signed it.