Dandruff Billionaire Island Real Pictures Novels & Stories

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

"Do you have any idea what is at stake here?" I almost laughed. For the past week, all I had heard was stake, merger, investors, collapse. Rowan Textiles was drowning. The only thing keeping it alive was the Lancaster deal and the Lancaster deal came with one condition. Marriage. Sienna had agreed to it happily when Adrian Lancaster was just a name on paper. A billionaire heir. A perfect alliance. A glittering last name. But now, after hearing he had no interest in her, after learning whispers of another woman he's been craving for, she suddenly couldn't do it.

my kids love their father, so coming here would only make them happy. So why do I feel as though I could hear my heart beating in my chest? "Damn, he's so fucking rich. The tabloids got their facts wrong. Cause if this is a small Beach house, I'm wondering how the big one will be like." Bianca commented on the view. "Or are you sure we're at the right address?" "He's a Billionaire, Bianca. This should fit his net worth just fine." I said, ignoring her exaggerated laments.

"This beach resort belongs to me! Not only that, but I also own a few entertainment establishments here! My net worth is 300 million dollars, you know!" He continued, "This right here is the CEO of Lighthart Group! His net worth is a billion dollars! As for that man, he's…" The bald man introduced his companions one by one. All of them were billionaires. Qyra just huffed coldly. "So what? You're nothing to me! I'm going to warn you one more time—get out of my sight right now!" "Oh? You're a feisty one, aren't you?" The bald man licked his lips while grinning lecherously. "I've seen too many women like you. You pretend to be innocent when you're secretly a whore on the inside.

Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am.

But Adrian did. Because the man in the photo was Marcus Dray. A hedge fund criminal. Currently serving twenty years for one of the biggest Ponzi schemes in U.S. history. Leila’s face went sheet-white. “I didn’t know who he was then,” she whispered. “It was one party. One picture.” But the implication? DevaTogether Selene’s voice was soft. “This won’t just touch you, Leila. It’ll drag Adrian into it too.”

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

“That she is. The kids love her and she is really good to them.” “And to you as well,” she said and I halted in my steps. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I deny. “Oh, Adrian. You forgot that you are one of the most famous billionaires in this country; of course there will be pictures of you in magazines,” she chuckles. ’’

She waits tables at a popular restaurant across the street and has been saving up to start her own business and go back to college. Recently, Aria got into an online relationship with a Norwegian billionaire .I'm still in shock. At first, I doubted her truth, even after seeing pictures and chats. But I looked him up online, and it's true, he's a descendant of the Norwegian royal family with a billion dollar empire.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?