Novel & Cerita Ditch The Billionaire, Own My Better Life!

The hiss of milk steaming, the scrape of chairs—all of it blurred. She shook her head, a laugh escaping her, brittle and disbelieving. “No. That’s… that’s ridiculous. Look at me. Do I look like a billionaire? I don’t even have bus fare half the time. I walk everywhere. I eat… eggs and rice because it’s cheap. I owe rent. Billionaires don’t—” “They do if someone stole their life from them,” Adrian said quietly. His words cut through her protest like glass through cloth. Casey grinned, leaning back with a flourish. “Welcome to the family, sis. You’ve been sitting on a fortune this whole time and didn’t even know it.”

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

“I am an example because I refused to believe that my life was limited by what others thought I could do. I refused to be defined by my past, or by my connection to anyone else" Once, while visiting one of the newer centers, I met a young woman who had traveled from a distant village to learn our ways. She looked at me with wide, admiring eyes. “They say you were once married to a very rich man,” she said carefully. “But they also say you do not need him. That you have built all this yourself.”

I sip my coffee and I still cannot believe how I got myself here. I have never been one to run away from my problems. I have always been an advocate of fighting. Fighting for my place, my rights. But I have no energy to fight anymore. One of the reasons I have always fought was because I had the backup of my parents. Now I had no one. I do not have a reason to fight again. I am tired. I just want a quiet life. I was a fool thinking I would have just that with Adrian. A big billionaire and CEO of one of the largest companies in the country and has a crazy baby momma.

I smiled, but a flicker of melancholy and weariness settled in my chest. Moments like these always stirred up memories I tried to keep buried – the fall of the Winters name, the whispers of scandal, and the hollow echo of an empty estate. After my father’s business empire under the weight of mismanagement and fraud allegations, my stepmother, Dahlia, in a desperate attempt to secure our future, laced my drink with drugs and sent me to Leon’s suite during a charity gala. Her plan was simple: force Leon, my childhood friend, into a position where he’d have no choice but to marry me.

Okay, maybe we do sometimes, like when we have big problems, but that's not the point here. Nathan's rich, richest in the USA and second richest in the world, but he doesn't throw money around, that is not the guy I grew up with. This whole divorce thing is really messing with his head. “Okay, now we need to relax. Let's not throw money at some little problem here. Com'on Nathan you can't buy that fucking hotel because you need some footage. And what happens when you get what you want? Add it to the list of hotels you already own?”

’ I breathed as I grabbed a cup of water and chugged the entire liquid down and sighed. ‘At least I have a week to find a good and cheap motel and a new job. It won’t be as hard as convincing Dorothy that this is a good morning idea. I’m sure she wouldn’t like my decision and try to help me at her own cost, but it was for her own good. She needs to live life without having mine to think about.’ (๑•﹏•)(๑•﹏•)(๑•﹏•)

“Ah, Babe. You’re so cute when you want attention.” He crouched next to her, pinching her cheeks. “Let me boost your ego: You are not a nobody. You’re a freaking billionaire heiress. No, you’re not just ‘someone better’ - you’re the best! And if anything, I’m pretty sure your family has all the right connections.” “That’s exactly what I wanted to tell her, but I couldn’t!” Charlie screamed. “Huhuhuhu! I wanted to slap her with my money, but the problem is—I’d need at least ten cargo vans to do that!”

I had better not let go of Charles. I still have hope with him. A brief introduction about myself. My name is Tessa Thompson, TT for short. I came from an average family where our needs aren't met except for the most important one which is our school fees and other school-related needs. I wished my family was better and richer, but my mum believes we can only achieve that through hard work, and I wasn't ready because I was made for a luxurious life, a simple and classic life, and I will do anything to achieve that. Yeah! Feel free to call me a gold digger. I do the mining myself and that's the only hard work I'm good at. In making my dream come true, I've dated many billionaires who pamper m

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.