Double Life Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Brought my grandson home? Cute. But Alex isn't yours alone. I have custody papers faked, but ironclad. Sign the empire back, or lose him." Ethan's blood boiled, but he kept cool. "Fuck you. Try it." He hung up, and with Noah's nod, they geared up lawyers on speed dial, feds alerted. Yet, Richard struck fast: Paparazzi swarmed the building, headlines screaming *Billionaire's Secret Love Child! Gay Fiancé Steals Family?*

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

"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.

“Well your father was in a great debt and he came to me for help, he sold half of this company to me. For the past nine years, he has been paying me annually. I haven’t received any payment for two years now and I don’t play with my money.” What the actual fuck? For nine years? Why and how could he do that without letting me know? What nonsense is this? “How much have you been receiving?” It’s a question I have to ask. “I have been receiving fifty billion dollars.” “WHAT?! You are just a fucking bloody bastard.” “Don’t call me names. I didn’t ask him to come to me. I was helping a friend out. That’s all.” “You call that help? Fifty billion dollars fucking annually, HELP!”

A company he invested in became a Fortune 500 company, and between his profits from that and the countless brand deals he took and the record-breaking contract he signed four years ago, he was named a billionaire by Forbes before he ever turned thirty-five. My mind races with all the little details I’ve learned about him. You can look at him and know that he’s athletic, but I’d never think that he played in the NFL. Just like when I first saw him, he still screams “finance guy” and not “sports guy,” but the fact he seems to be doing so much with his life is even more intriguing to me. I want to ask him more questions about his life and his plans, which is new for me because typically no one

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

family, children is really too much for me after that. i spend my life or I can say devote my life in my business and because of my luck and hard work it turn me into billionaire I am rich and my net worth was 5 billion dollars and I was all alone in my big house. always busy in work and never feel loneliness maybe because I really like my work and I am 25 years old rich single adult but one day things change I get phone and they told me my college friend and her husband die in car accident it was invitation for funeral and that really make me depressed. I was thinking if I never let her go that day. run away with her or maybe beg for her hand then she can live happily and with cute smile

"From what I can tell, you just work and find ways to keep me hanging around." Luke laughed again. He sighed and laid down in his hammock. Taking a hint from him, I laid down too. The hammock cradled my body snuggly. I could hear Luke breathing heavily. Again, I started to relax and let go of the horrible things that had been happening to me. "To be completely honest, I don't have much time for a personal life. That's one of the costs for being a billionaire by my age," he explained. My throat dried out, and I let out a low wheeze. "B-billionaire?" I gasped out.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.