Double Life Of A Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

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.

It seems your life was too easy when growing up, you can't remember to get yourself everything you might need," Elise said. "That's exactly the opposite of my life, my adoptive family wasn't well off and we went through challenging times, only early last year did myfortunesturn and I became a billionaire, I guess I must have cheated myself to forget who I truly am," Tilda said, lately she enjoyed riches and limelight that her previous light became blurry to her, coupled with the life of a princess, it were as though she had never tasted poverty.

It was surprising how for the past two days his mother had not called him or disturbed him for one thing or another so he simply just waved it off he was going to see her the next day as for now he had more pressing issues on the ground which needed him to be present. So he took his car once again and blasted it with a soothing sound as he drove back home. He was never the party type all that mattered to him was the company he was running, his mental health and being a successful philanthropic person who did great things for people but decided to remain anonymous since he didn't want so much of the spotlight on him as most billionaires would want he followed the rules to the later and never

“ Justin doesn't love me, not in the least way he doesn't,” “ If he doesn't love you, then why is he back for you?” James was indeed curious. “ To him women and any other thing is something money can buy and something he can change at will, when he gets tired of one, he moves on to the next one. I guess that's the life of the rich and that's the fate of the poor, to be trodden. And I'm talking from experience, he got tired of me and let me go,” I managed to say trying as much as I could to hold back the tears that fought so hard to fall. I clenched my tea cup between my palms as a tear drop rested warmly on my hand.

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Besides, I've been dying to see where he lives. Since I've never felt comfortable asking Calder about the gritty details of his financial situation, I have no idea what to expect. When a billionaire loses "everything," where does that leave him? Below the poverty line? Somewhere in the middle of the middle class? For all I know, he's still pretty damn wealthy, just not as ridiculously wealthy as he was before.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Her eyes lit up as she let out a giggle. The question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind since I met Belle finally won the battle so I asked, “What's a textbook billionaire?” As though she had been waiting for the question, she clapped her hands together and turned to me, beaming. She raised her finger and began counting, “Ridiculously wealthy. Powerful. Mysterious. Always in control. Emotionally unavailable and probably brooding half the time.” The list was good till that. A stern frown settled on my face as the words ‘emotionally unavailable’ flashed in my head repeatedly.