Double Life Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"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."

“It depends on you. There’s a Hummer, there’s the Mercedes Benz, the Rolls Royce, the Bentley, the McLaren, and a couple of them. And then you have this one. And I’ve forgotten a lot, but I even have a tractor.” “A tractor?” he said, impressed. “What’s that for? Is that for the farm?” “Oh, no, that tractor is different from the tractor and the farms. This one is one I like to drive. It’s personal.” “Why do you have so many cars?” “It’s called assets. If I’m short of money, I’d sell them.” He scoffed. “Short of money? A billionaire? What would you possibly do to short your money?” “I don’t know, but I’ve seen a lot of billionaires go from billions to millions. And trust me, it’s no fun when t

The Monday after the gala felt unreal. Lena’s phone hadn’t stopped buzzing. Pictures from the party had exploded across the internet. Headlines read: “Who’s the Mystery Woman on Rafael Blackthorne’s Arm?” “From Assistant to It Girl? Meet Lena Carter.” “Power Couple in the Making?” Lena groaned and slid deeper into her coffee cup. “Two weeks ago, I was breaking up bar fights and refilling ketchup bottles,” she muttered. “Now I’m being shipped with the most un-dateable billionaire in Manhattan.”

"You can leave and mingle with people for more business~~" Ads by Pubfuture "Nah, I have my way in business." He grinned at her. However, she sucked up all of her anger toward the man and mingled with Alessandro. Lots of businessmen recognize him as a young billionaire. He expanded their business after he graduated from college and became a billionaire of his own even without big support from his father. Their company nearly collapsed. Everyone knows him as a vicious businessman who bankrupted the Golden Age and grabbed it. Then take a few more exposing illegal things.

Two years, that's all we're asking. Just a formality. Just two years of my life tied to a man who probably couldn't pick me out of a lineup. Alexander Knight, the infamous tech billionaire who made his first million at nineteen and his first billion at twenty-three. I'd seen the tabloids different woman every week, cold as ice in business, never smiled in photos. The man was basically a robot in a expensive suit. "And what does Alexander think about all this?" I asked, still not turning around. There was a pause. Too long of a pause.

"Now who's being stupid? You can't shoot a United States senator they'd lock you up and throw away the key." "What do you think Gideon and his guys are gonna do to them, invite them out for a beer?" " I don't wanna think about it." "So don't, you want some ice cream?" "Ice cream, he has ice cream in here?" "Did you look in the refrigerator? Dude was planning for Armageddon." "Yeah, but ice cream wouldn't it go bad?" "Who knows what goes on in the head of the rich and crazy? I'm sure he has it restocked every few months or something."

“I haven’t held a golf club in my life.” “Tennis?” “Nope.” “But you can swim?” “Yes.” “So why didn’t you buy a house that has a swimming pool? You’re a billionaire, you can do it?” “Am I a billionaire? Well, I have a few hundred millions in different banks here and abroad. And I have some businesses and properties which if you liquidate would run to a few hundred millions, too. Yes, my net worth is more than a billion pesos, so yes, I am a billionaire. But not all billionaires want a mansion or a palace or a castle. Or a swimming pool. I don’t even have a bath tub.” He chuckled. “Besides, those money, my mother just gave it to me.”

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

“Well, I guess you didn’t miss a couple thousand since you’re a millionaire.” “Billionaire,” she whispers. “Billionaire? Man, to see how the other half lives.” “Like regular people, just in better houses,” she says. “And better cars, more vacations.” “Hmm. But we’re still people—with joys and problems, just like you.” “Problems? Like what—your favorite restaurant’s booked?” She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” “Look, I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just hard to see what problems a billionaire could have.”