Novel & Cerita Cliff Forrest Billionaire

Derek contorted his face in annoyance. “ .....though i would be going to see a friend too,I would definitely text you tonight”He added almost immediately. Clarke leaves Derek's apartment immediately and in no time he was at his mansion. Rachel laid almost naked, bare-breasted in her thong,pressing her phone and smiling at her screen. She didn't even know when her jolly husband walked in. “I had a wonderful day....I signed a business deal with an English company worth of twenty eight million dollars” Clarke plops on the bed with joy.

Someone, he can easily divorce when his beloved appears. He walked toward them nonchalantly. Their gaze locked for a moment, and he stared back at her as she continued to stare at him. it was as if she was just seeing him for the first time and that didn't seem well with him. He couldn't believe there was someone in the country who was ignorant of him. Damon Willy is the world's most famous designer ever. He is known in the country for his good looks and cold attitude that most ladies consider sexy. And a hottie billionaire workaholic.

The man inside the Limousine was Mr. Clark, and he was the founder and owner of a few successful companies in the country. He was a very wealthy and powerful man in the country, his net worth was close to a whopping 300 billion dollars. Sitting relaxedly on his seat, Mr. Clark looked at Bradford with a casual stare. "So, how is everything going?" Mr. Clark asked in a casual tone, taking his gaze off Bradford and looking out the Limousines window. "You better not be wasting my time." He added coldly as he looked outside of the limousine.

7 years, a long time have covered since Grandpa left us but how can i forget the legacy we the Ashfords’ have followed. Leaving the girls in bed is my new habit, they want money and I want pleasure, that's how we do it every time. I take my beautiful Bugatti veyron to drive all the way to my house. The place is still the same as it was 7 years ago. Grandma kept this place lively after Grandpa died and I kept my promise to him. Now, I am the owner of Ashford’s property, leading the companies and factories installed all over the world. I am proud of being the youngest billionaire in the world. Magazines and Newsletters are full of my pictures and interviews, i hardly doubt that anyone is not a

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

This was an affront to her mother’s memory. She knocked on the door, and regardless of who answered, she would face anyone who opposed her. Her eyes met Benjamin's, and she almost froze. Of all the people she imagined would open that door, none were Benjamin. After all, he was a billionaire, and billionaires didn’t open doors for anyone.

Zack's eyes widened in shock, and he needed Aliza to repeat what she said. "I heard it clearly, sir. Mr. Bolton mentioned Dustin Crawford as the owner." Zack rubbed his face. How did Dustin Crawford become the president of DC Bank? He seemed insignificant, and Zack had even thought he was close to losing his mind because of Shane's antics. Yet, now, his wealth seemed boundless. No wonder he could buy any company; he wanted to sleep with Rihanna. It turned out that Dustin Crawford was known as "The Zillionaire" worldwide. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Zack cursed to himself, regretting his actions.

Clapping his hands together, Gunnar’s smile widened at the sound of those words, a gleam of satisfaction in his sharp eyes, and then he turned to the bank president, standing nearby with his mouth slightly agape, Gunnar’s voice was smooth despite the tension in the room, “I trust you’ll handle the legalities?” The bank president blinked, clearly as shocked as everyone else in the room, but managing to maintain his professional demeanor. He cleared his throat. “Of course, Mr. Gunnar. We’ll, uh, we’ll draw up the necessary documents immediately.” The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as the enormity of what they had just witnessed sank in. Gunnar had just claimed half of the Leland family’s em

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the