Double Life Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

"Why did you return it?" "Because it felt like you were paying for my services the previous night. I'm not a prostitute." "It was my way of saying thankyou." "Thankyou?" He drops his spoon and clears his throat. "Can I be honest with you, Dani?" He starts. "I'm a billionaire with a boring life. All I do is spend hours at the office. Stuck on my computer. Holding meetings. Signing brand deals. Shaking hands with clients. Faking smiles. For the past ten years, this company has been my life. Very rarely do I meet people who make me have fun. You did that, Dani. You made me have fun that night. Lots of fun. And I don't just mean the sèx. I mean everything. Even the kids game."

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

“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.

Nothing tacky and nothing excessive. Well… maybe a little excessive. But it was my birthday, so who cared? Twenty-five. Some people panic at that number. I don’t. I’m filthy rich, heir to Villaflor Empires, owner of Villaflor Industries, self-made billionaire. Food productions, telecommunications, even businesses that practically print money. Life has been generous. Still, birthdays have a strange way of making even the most confident man reflective.

“But he’s one of the youngest multi-billionaires in the country. He owns Grand Finance.” I nearly dropped my bag. “Really?” “He became famous because he’s young, handsome and insanely smart. Plus, he lives young and free. People love him for that.” Young, handsome, intelligent, Living young and free… “What do you mean young? How old is he?” Lyndon didn’t even blink. “Twenty-four.” I choked. Twenty-four?! I’m twenty-five, working nonstop to survive, and he’s out here running a whole empire? How the hell he could do that?

If that was the case, from now on, he would be richer than anyone else in the world. ‘The richest man in the world? Pah! ‘The World's Billionaires by Forbes? Pah! ‘All of you don’t have as many zeroes even with your wealth combined. ‘From now on, I, David Lidell, will change the way I live. ‘I’ve been living too aggrievedly for the past 20 years. Over the next few decades, I want to live my life brilliantly and enjoy my life. I want to live my life without a care in the world.

Things started to get interesting when Ahmed Rebrad, the only living heir of Rashid Rebrad, one of wealthiest Arab business men within and outside the United States, started give Catherine a couple of inappropriate stares. He staked in telecommunication companies in third world countries. He also owned many casinos and clubs within the country, especially in Vegas among other things. Many rumors had spread about how he killed his father and siblings to inherit a large fortune. Whatever the case was, he was a rich orphan and the only person he had to call family was his uncle, Najib. Ahmed had an untapped reach, one the Smith lot could only dream about.

"Why would I be happy for you Mia? You got to marry a billionaire. You got to live in a mansion and wear expensive clothes and never worry about money. And what did I get? I got to work at a diner for minimum wage and live in this tiny house and watch you throw away everything you had." I stared at her. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the fact that you had everything handed to you and you wasted it," she said. "Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position? To be married to someone like Daniel? And you just let him walk all over you. You never stood up for yourself. You never demanded anything. You just sat there like a doormat and let him do whatever he want