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

However, Matthew turned to look at me again and said seriously, "You're also the billionaire's wife." I nodded silently. Right now I was a billionaire's wife, but soon I wouldn't be his wife. Of course I couldn’t compare myself to your mother. I also couldn't learn how to spend money for Mrs. Brown, her husband's money was hers but Matthew's money was not mine. If I spent a lot of money, so much that it runned out of money that Matthew promised me after our divorce, wouldn't I have to go away empty-handed? No, I couldn't let that happen. My clothes and jewelry were all bought by Matthew and I would never spend money on them because a single item was worth my salary a month, a year, or even a

I just don’t have people who pay serious attention to me. The news still spins stories about Jackson. The missing billionaire, the shift of power of a dynasty, and somewhere in the middle of it all, they throw my name in like confetti. “Hey, sis,” says Lila, as she exhales smoke through her lipstick smile. “I think you should ditch that sinking ship. It’s not worth the stress. Even Jackson knew, and he ran away. Sell your shares, disappear, and go live your best life somewhere. I mean, if you start your own brand, you know I’ll be your biggest supporter.

“Don’t yell at me, Serena! I’m just saying I’m tired of this …living like this, scraping by, always worrying about the next bill! And I’m stuck here watching it kill you. Maybe Daniel could…” “Stop it!” I snapped, standing, my chair scraping back. “You think I don’t know how hard this is? I work my ass off just so we have a roof over our heads and food to eat. And you’re sitting here, acting ungrateful, like Daniel’s some jackpot? I’m not letting a billionaire swoop in and own us, Mia. We’re better than that.”

I continue . “It’s disgusting to see. A mighty billionaire is threatened by a small millionaire dollar store that you had to go this low. All for what? To make sure I don’t have a business? To make sure I don’t compete with you? You may have money, but it’s fucking useless if all you use it to do is destroy others and take food off the table of a lot more. You’re a fucking disgrace. You’re so miserable and you want everybody around you to feel that way as well. Fucking psychopath.” I finish and walk away, furious.

“Call them.We are getting married today.” He smiles. “But I have my own demands.” “Anything you want.” “It ends when I want it to or when you want it to.I want shares in your company.” “You're my wife,you can have the whole company if you want.” “No.Thats too much,I'm not that motivated in the business area.” He nods. “I need an apartment.” He takes put a card and hands it to me. “You don't have to mention anything that needs to be purchased.” I smile.”Just so you know,I read and books those fancy pages are expensive as hell.”

The _I’m about to buy this website_ thing. “Don’t,” I said. “I’m not buying TMZ,” he said. “I already own it.” “Then don’t use it.” He looked at me. “She’s calling you a whore, Beth.” “She’s calling me smart,” I said. “If I’d planned it, I’d be a genius. Walk into a gala, land a billionaire, quit my job, get a beach house. That’s not gold-digging. That’s a business plan.” Alex laughed. Actual laugh. Gummy. Loud. First real laugh we’d heard outside the NICU.

"Lies, so many lies you keep telling yourself Mr Billionaire, but even though you keep lying to the whole world, you can't lie to me..." Even though my awful mind kept on repeatedly whispering to me what my heart kept on bleeding out, it was no lie that slowly not only did it somehow manage to bring me back to my senses, it also made me actually believe that indeed the heart always has a mind of it own whether you fucking like it or not. "You are "THE" city's famous billionaire, you can't give up and let her go, no way..." Whispers ringing in my head, even though it sounded so cliche to me, still like a magician, I found my legs moving on it own out of the dump I sat on.

“Well, if you thought my townhouse was flash, brace yourself.” “It’s like the magazines then?” “It’s absolutely over the top and fancy.” I grin. “But, it’s Jayden. He’s a billionaire and he likes to show it. You’ll get used to it.” “I feel like there could be harder things in life to get used to.” “You know, you’re right. There are way worse things in life to get used to than a billionaire lifestyle. I think it’s time I embraced it a little more.” “I need to stop by work. Do we have time? I need to sort time off.”

“Don’t stop. In case that doesn’t work, go business. Talk about how your companies would thrive together; how your father has put in a lot of money into his father’s business. Because without your investment, it’s nothing. Try to talk to him about how your mother and his mother would be able to create something magical. Try to talk about how wonderful your children would be… you being a billionaire, him being a billionaire. What do you think you’re going to create? Magic. “Don’t forget to go low. Go as low as you can. And tell him that with Dennis, Dennis can’t even give him a child. So what’s the point? You’re going to adopt anyway. All you need to do is go as low as the dirt. And if he mee

"You are smarter than I thought, Dani. I must congratulate you on your big brains!" "What are you talking about?" "You meet a billionaire. You sùck his dìck and swallow his sperms. That sweet little session leads to a rich ring. You become his legal wife. But billionaires divorce their wives all the time and replace them with some bimbo with nice boobs. You don't want to be that bitter divorced wife left with nothing but a broken heart. So you get a baby in a blink. Marriages end all the time. But babies are forever. So you trap him with a bunch of babies. That way even if he divorces you, he can still pour millions into child support every month. And you'll never have to work a day in your