Cliff Forrest Billionaire Novels & Stories

The last thing I wanted was to be paraded around as a lunatic. I open the first app to read about today’s events and see Claire is plastered on the front page. “Billionaire’s wife trades high life for loving longevity?” I continue reading as the article names a ‘Nathan Carter’ as Claire’s new love interest and describes their poolside manner as romantic and intimate. Did she really trade Leo for this guy? He wasn’t nearly as handsome as Leo. I look up his net worth isn’t even in the same caliber as Leo. How stupid of her. I continue to look at the photos and I’m struck with shock. Her belly is massive.

“He is called James St. Clair and is the founder and CEO of a major fashion house called St. Clair. He is not a billionaire, yet he will be before he retires. He doesn’t have any titles, but he is well respected in higher circles.” Clara was beginning to see the true benefits of being transferred to Clarissa’s body. She was well connected and was potentially rolling in money. That was the opposite of her previous life. There was something important she need to know though. “Is he a loving grandfather?” Money and connections were one thing, familial love was something much more important.

Rustin requested. "We will just be at the poolside." Claire stated before they left us. "You have never been honest to me since the day that we met. You didn't tell me who you were. You said you're just the captain." "You're being ridiculous. I never told you about me being a billionaire because it doesn’t matter. I left everything behind when things ended between Julie and me." "You told me about leaving her at the altar but you forget to mention that you're the sole heir of a multi-billion company."

He nods in understanding and we head out of the building to my car, passing by the old man fast asleep on his chair outside the door, he changed posts. Clair is a dead man walking, that's why he's in hiding. He was set up by his brother for sleeping with his brother's wife and inheriting almost everything from the family companies, but he faked his death and moved out of he country. He was first in Russia, where some close friends of his helped him out and got him back on his feet. My grandfather helped him out a lot and they built the largest industries known over the world, Clair Enterprises, it was originally Clair and Brinx, but that would cause a lot of problems with the Brinx family so

“No, I’m speaking the truth.” He lifted her onto a chair and then moved toward the counter. Picking up the cold coffee they hadn’t drunk, he tipped the contents down the sink and started on making another. “Aren’t you worried about what the press will think?” “Why would I care what the press think?” “You’re a billionaire, Clark. Your reputation has been related to supermodels, actresses, and whatnot. I can’t compete with them.” He moved to her. Stroking her cheek, Clark felt an answering pulse in his groin. “They were for fun and sex. This is way more than you think, Bella. I’m not giving you up. You’re real. They’re not.”

“Oh, I do shit-talk about his ass. Still, he’s one person that I respect so much. He would give his life up without hesitation for his own. And, to answer your question about his question of wealth, Clyde is a billionaire even if he has a terrible sense of fashion and has something against living life.” “How did he acquire all of it?” she genuinely asked. “He has lived longer than most wolves and humans. Calculating his age and equating it to that of a human, he would pass the sugar daddy vibes,” he joked. “He has so many companies that we’ve lost count. However, he has never been directly involved with any. He hands it over to a worthy human to handle it for him while he stays in the backgr

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

CHAPTER V The life of Atif’s family. Atif life is the opposite of what Aliyah have. He is consider as a young billionaire in the society where he belong. He has all possessions that needed in order to be happy or successful. Atif seemed to have everything –he is brainy, good looking, charming, and have plenty of money. His family combined fortune is derived largely from stakes held in H & A Summit, which has interests in airlines, shipping or logistics, manufacturing, distributing, marketing, telecom, banking, food, and property.

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

My shoulders slumped, and my back was on the headrest, I let my son sit with me, and I narrowed my eyes at the man in front of us. Trevor Halderon Clark, his family own an airport, and he is an international lawyer who has a billion-dollar net worth. He lives in luxury and gets what he wants by giving orders while asking nicely. The last thing I heard was he inherited his family's jaw-dropping business and was now one of the sought-after billionaire. Just like what he did that made him get his way with me, if the devil works hard, he works harder by putting on a nice handsome mask that covers his bad character so well.