Ditch The Billionaire, Own My Better Life! Novels & Stories

After placing their order, the little boy had not forgotten what she had said. “Aunt, quickly tell me! What does the richest person look like?” “Why are you so curious to know? ” “Because I want to be the richest person in the future.” The little boy looked ambitious. Tania was not able to hold back her laughter. “You’re still just a little bean!” “Aunt, are you looking down on me? I’m telling you the truth. I’m going to make lots and lots of money in the future. I’m not going to let mommy work hard anymore.”

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

Ricky said replying me now also in business mode and I nodded back replying that is fine. "So what do you say Nathan Curtis Silverman, the ex billionaire, will you partner with me and join me in the quest that will end with us as billionaires... and you getting your sweet sweet revenge." Ricky said to me with a glint in his eyes while holding his hand out to me. "Yes I accept." I said with malicious smirk of my own while putting my hand in his to seal the deal as I now had something to live for and drive me. Anyone who once did me wrong better watch it as I, Nathan Curtis Silverman the ex billionaire was coming for his sweet delicious revenge. However a little voice nagged my mind about how

Three months after she received the contract and her book was published, her debut novel was ranked as a bestseller in New York. The Billionaire's Path to Revenge was the title of her debut novel. It was the story of a man who became the most prominent businessman in his city, only to take revenge on the wealthy family that killed his entire family. His plans start to falter when he realizes that he is in love with the daughter of his family's murderer. Thanks to the sales of the book, which was still selling well and becoming famous, she did not have to worry about financial matters. "No need to apologize," Laura patted her shoulder, then leaned towards Sandra. "Instead of that, I have an o

"Whoa, one million dollars? That's a game-changer! With that kind of money, I can finally live the life I've always dreamed of. I can buy a house and a car and set my mom up for life. I can go back to school and pursue my passion for beauty and become a successful beautician. The possibilities are endless! I can actually become the rich girl I've always wanted to be, without having to pretend to be someone else. This could be my ticket to a brand new life, and I'm tempted to take it." I'm lost in a daydream of all the things I could buy with a million dollars - clothes, shoes, and a life of luxury. But the man's voice snaps me back to reality, "Are you in or out?" he asks quietly and quickly

"If I ever become Richard Smith's second wife, the first thing I'll do is fire that damn Chloe!" I laughed at his rant. Life is really hard on people like us. These three years have really taught me a very valuable lesson because it's been very expensive. I had to lose the house I bought for nothing. Sacrificing my life for the sake of cunning, selfish humans. Daydreaming like Natty did was the cheapest thing we could do to stay sane through it. "You know," Natty glanced right then left, front, and back. "Chloe thinks that by sucking up to the shopping center owner, her career will remain safe."

“What? Are you serious? Fifteen rooms for one man and a little girl? That’s madness! Does he have a room just for his socks? Or a room for his thoughts? Wait, does he have a room where he keeps his money? Like, stacks of cash just sitting there?” "Geez, Maya, relax!" Grace chirped in. "He is a billionaire. What do you expect? He probably has a room just for his shoes. “Oh, my God!” Maya said, dramatically clutching her chest. “Ley, you hit the jackpot. This is the dream. You’re living in a mansion while we’re here arguing with the landlord over a leaking roof. You should adopt me. I can be the fun auntie who teaches Ava how to twerk.”

“Then what do you call sleeping with women that I slept with? And you know what? You, pathetic has been trying so hard to get the people’s attention when all you ever wanted was to be me. Because I’m cool, I’m awesome, and I’m always me. And you? You are nothing but a pretender, a user, and broke. Do you think I don’t know you’re drowning in debt? Well, news flash, Sawyer. After all these troubles, I’m still fucking rich. I’m still a fucking billionaire with a family, real friends, and I’m living my life to the fullest!” For the first time, he looked surprised that I knew he had nothing left.

Who was she? Who was the woman who walked in like she owned the place? And then, she felt it. The weight of his gaze. Her pulse spiked, but she refused to look. Instead, she let herself be led onto the dance floor by a handsome billionaire, someone unimportant. A pawn. The music swelled, and she let the dance consume her, moving with a practiced grace, her body a weapon designed to tempt and destroy. And then— A voice. Deep. Familiar. “I believe this dance belongs to me.”

I've tasted fame, power and money now I don't wanna let go I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries