Cliff Forrest Billionaire Novels & Stories

" I'm a stay at home billionaire. My parents were rich. They left a lot of money for me. So I'm eating it. Plus my husband doesn't really mind me not working." Mivuma was taken aback. A stay at home billionaire? That was a new one. But he tried to be open minded. "Well, that must be nice to have the freedom to do what you want, rather than having to work for money." He hoped he didn't come off as rude, but he was genuinely curious. "Does your husband work?" " Yes." David smiled at the question since of his dear husband. " He does work. Clive is a uh... Driver for one of our good friends. Who's also a billionaire."

Deborah asked in shock. “Kaze, how did you get the premium Black card?” Darcy asked the same question. “However…” Aaron’s tone switched all of a sudden and continued, “We have only issued this card to one person and one only—the richest man in the city, Ray Forrester. Punk, I’d suggest you come clean, did you steal this card from somewhere?” His words silenced the bank lobby. Ray Forrester was the richest man in Lilyrose City, a VIP on the mayor’s guest list, and has a net worth of over a billion.

All you need to do is write down my name, as if I'm the one who donated the 20 million dollars. "What makes you think that you can spend my money to gain fame?" Brie wasn't a fool. She would never let Caroline do something like that. However, Caroline leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, "I'm not trying to be famous. I'm just making your life miserable!" The Collins family had been intent on making a good name for themselves for the past few years. They'd surely gloat and have the media report about them donating 20 million dollars, even if it hadn't been done out of good will.

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.

“Not my ex-husband.” Claire nodded, but she did not move on. She paused and tilted her head a little, like she understood. “Of course,” Claire said. “Of course. But you have to admit, the world is fascinated. A woman who walked away from a billionaire. Who built an empire from nothing. Who refused to be invisible.”

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

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 was the man from last night—the one who nearly took me away. He stood calmly in front of a swarm of reporters, his face as stern as ever. His sharp eyes and chiseled jaw gave him an aura of power and arrogance. He spoke with authority, every syllable drawing me in, my eyes glued to his striking face. Adrian Foster—the CEO of the Foster Group. Possessing unimaginable wealth and a mysterious identity. His net worth was estimated at over 500 billion dollars. No one could calculate his true fortune—it was simply too vast, spanning nearly the entire universe.

We drove along coastal roads that clung to the edges of cliffs, past tiny towns and through tunnels of different greenery. Finally, he turned down a narrow, private road that ended at a gate. He keyed in a code, and the gates swung open to reveal a modern, low-slung villa perched on a cliffside, overlooking a secluded cove. The place seemed to be made of glass and dark wood, blending seamlessly into the jungle. "Home for the weekend," Ilay said, cutting the engine. Wow… When I get bored, I get a book or ice cream and watch a movie. When billionaires get bored, they go on planes and visit one of their many houses. I’m sure this whole weekend is going to cost the same as my paycheck for the wh