Novel & Cerita Double Life Of A Billionaire

I marveled silently at his speed, the numbers spilling from him like blood from a wound. In my last life, I'd heard Cassius was some sort of young genius version of Warren Buffet, the real Wolf of Wall Street and stuff. Guys like that existed to make money. They like money like sharks like blood. And talking about sharks, that 17% was a shark's bite, but I had no choice - my own funds were a dry well, and I needed that 8 billion like I needed air. In my previous life, I had never thought that I would need 8 billion one day. I got absolutely nothing in my bank account, and that was why that I had to figure out a way to get that 8 billion from Darrren.

IZZY. I stared at my bank account balance. My gut churned. The figures were a cold, unforgiving red. I was so broke, it wasn’t even funny. Two days. It had been two days since the nursing home informed me that I needed to pay fifty thousand dollars for Winnie's surgery. And I was no further along on finding a solution than I was that night. Instead, I was underpaid. Overworked. Cheated on. Pregnant. And now, I was going to lose the one person I had in my life.

TRENTON'S POV "Congratulations on achieving the title of a billionaire at the young age of thirty-five, Mr. Outlaw! Wow! I'm half your age, but I still have a long way to go. Anyway, how do you feel about joining the billionaire's club?" "Oh, I honestly feel honored. When I started doing business, I had one goal in my mind—and that is to produce good projects that will inspire the whole world. I am not even kidding. It is flattering to have the title, but I think I'm already the richest man alive just by having my family beside me."

They weren't born rich; their story is one of “rags to riches” That's why I learnt to be independent from a young age, I was the sole heir of the Blackwell Empire and my job was to continue the legacy, but I decided to make a name for myself by founding ZDN crop at eighteen. I was listed as the youngest billionaire in New York at the age of twenty. Mila was still looking around the restaurant, and she scribbled something in a little note she carried. I wondered what she was writing, but I didn't press to know what it was.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

“Really? I should let you go? I said, my voice rising. “Funny how you still have the energy to beg after everything you did.” “Please…” I didn’t answer. I’d never give him that satisfaction of begging me. I lingered a moment longer, letting the silence extend. Being a billionaire was supposed to feel like freedom. That was what the world believed when they saw the headlines. They didn’t see the boy who walked out of juvie with nothing but scars and a dark reputation. They did, actually. It just didn’t seem to matter anymore, even though people still talked about it. They didn’t see the years I spent building something legitimate after running with men who treated blood like currency before c

“Sweetheart, I am sure you have seen my home and the things I own. But now you would have surely come to know that I am leading the lifestyle which is not ordinary” I nod and joke “You must be a billionaire to afford all this” “Good. You are smart. I am indeed a billionaire and have more wealth than three generations of my progeny could spend” he says casually. I was dumbstruck. I knew that he was rich, I probably thought that he had a few million to his name, but billions! And he says he has enough money that he could never spend in this lifetime. My head was spinning. I didn’t even know how many zeroes were present in a billion. I could not even wrap my head around how rich he was.