Dandruff Billionaire Island Real Pictures Novels & Stories

“This morning, he cooked for me. Like nothing happened. Breakfast, neatly plated. He was calm again. But I couldn’t eat. I didn’t want to.” Emma nodded vigorously. “Valid.” “Then he said he had an emergency in Hawaii.” Olive’s eyebrows shot up. “Hawaii?” “Yes… he owns a private island there.” “Wow,” Olive said, rolling her eyes. “That’s huge,” Angela added. “Yeah… yeah… he is a billionaire after all. Charlotte, please continue,” Emma said to me.

But the ache in my chest called me a liar. My phone buzzed in my apron, snapping me out of it. A text from Jake: Check TMZ. You’re fucking famous. My stomach plummeted. I slipped into the break room, hands trembling as I pulled up the app. The headline hit like a punch: Mystery Billionaire Drops $100K on Necklace at Greenwich Charity Auction—Who’s His New Flame? The article was pure TMZ gossip: “Last night at the swanky Greenwich Country Club, tech billionaire Justin Drake made waves with a $100,000 bid on a sapphire necklace for a mystery woman in an emerald gown. Insiders caught him getting cozy with her on the balcony, but who’s she? A new lover or just a passing spark? Stay tuned!”

He said with a smirk. When I didn't say anything, he smiled shaking his head. "To start with Richard Stanford is a billionaire businessman dealing in shipping and cargo services. S&S that is Stanford and Stanford has the capability of reaching the most remote place on earth. And in the human world, he is called the most eligible Bachelor." He was typing something on his iPad while giving me information. "Check this out" he said passing me the iPad. It was a magazine article that was dated yesterday. His photograph was on the front as he was holding a beautiful lady in his arms, both looking at each other with love.

She asked. “Um. His name is Rodri Darnell.” I said, watching her reaction. She placed a hand on her chin, as if trying to remember where she had heard the name before. All of a sudden, she gasped and fixed a wide stare at me. “No way. No fucking way, Vanessa. Are you talking about The gorgeous as fuck Rodri Darnell of the Dolphin Group?!” I nodded and she let out a shocked scream. “What?! That man is a billionaire! From a family of billionaires! Do you know that? His father literally owns half of this city!”

Zachary, my best friend stated playing with the golden strand of his hair. “Sorry man, I just have a lot on my mind.” I answered in all sincerity rubbing my forehead. “Does this have anything to do with the hot woman you were seen with last night?” he beamed leaning forward with his eyes focused on me. “How-” I inquired. “You’re not a poor person Pierce. People with cameras are interested in you, they won’t keep shut once they find something juicy.” Zachary,, my best friend said brushing his light brown hair back. He was right, I was a billionaire my life wasn’t so private especially to desperate photographers.

He looked at all of us and suddenly slammed his phone on the table and we all looked to see what it is “A private Island in Florida?!” Esther gasped in shock “I'm I seeing double?” Dante asked wiping his eyes “Fuck this will cost a fortune!” Zack yelled “That's my princess she deserves more” Dell smiled “Now I know these guys are planning to buy my mate away” Jade lament making us laugh, I was close to tears, how the hell did I become so lucky “Princess are you crying?” Dell asked as he rushed over me and hugged me “Come on you don't have to cry, you know we are wealthy and that small amount of money meant nothing to us”

Amber replied dreamingly making Evelyn remember the guy, who called himself anonymous. "I will say it's not a dream because I have seen one but he doesn't have dimples" She replied. "Sis, should I show you my Drake, he is the youngest richest billionaire in America, he is your age," Amber replied, bringing out her phone. "The shoot is starting now" Nathan said and maintained eye contact with Amber before withdrawing his eyes. "Alright," Evelyn replied and stood up, Amber followed. "Camera, are you ready?" Mr Ronald asked the photographer.

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

I raised my eyebrow at her, wondering what she was so happy about. "Check this out," she said as she took out her phone and played a video. "billionaire Xander King has made it big. his network surges from a whopping twenty-five billion dollars to seventy-five billion due to the investment he made recently with a trading company called forte trade. it's shocking to see how much money he made in such a small amount of time and knowing that he only has a five percent share in the company, I'm sure by tomorrow he'll be running from the press who wants to interview him. good move, Xander Laura Lee, reporting for CBS." My eyes became wide at the mention of figures that my network had gone up too.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.