Double Life Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

What a rude and cruel billionare! I kept writing and drinking.. Writing and drinking.. I was sad and this is what I do when I'm sad. I knew about the Billionares, I mean who doesn't? Everyone knows them as the 7 Gold Lifes. It's every woman’s dream to be with them, it's every man’s dream to be like them. Everyone envy them, they literally got everything. I never thought I will see them in real life because they're very important people. Seeing them in real life was a great experience but ended up getting them mad at me was the end of the world.

“I’m just saying, being with a billionaire doesn’t sound half bad. Just think about it, no more rent, no more bills. Designer bags? Check. Travel around the world? Check. I’d retire at thirty-five and live the dream.” I rolled my eyes with a soft chuckle, then turned my attention to the screen. The news was still replaying Landon Pierce’s accusations, and the words “Who is the Secret Philanthropist?” scrolled across the bottom. I tilted my head slightly as I watched. “Well, whoever it is,” I said finally, my voice thoughtful, “I guess the person just wants to stay hidden. Not everyone likes the spotlight, you know?”

“Fuck it. I’ve seen enough. I’ll have to call Mark downtown and see if he’ll let me poach one of his sous-chefs.” “James,” he says. “You want to see this girl.” As I said before; Al is the one person I truly trust, so if he says I should see her, then I should see her. “Okay,” I tell him. “Send her in.” A lot of guys with my kind of money would have invited all of those girls back to his bedroom for the night and run through them like a hungry bear gorging himself on honey. But truth be told, I’m over that playboy lifestyle. I became a millionaire at eighteen, after selling an app that helped people find cars in their price range, and by thirty I was a billionaire after developing longer-las

husky chuckles came from the man, who said we were already at the bar. And lastly, the unfortunate guy with a brief around his grip glared at me and cursed, F*ck.” Yes. Everything started when I agreed to live in the same house with these five billionaires.

As someone who loved food and cooking, it sounded like a sad way to live. “You’re a billionaire, yet you mostly live on protein shakes and supplements?” he asked just to confirm he had understood correctly. Darien’s face was unreadable and Zach began to understand him even more. The billionaire was someone who lived a life feeling like he couldn’t trust anyone or have too much fun. “I do,” the older man replied a minute later. “Do you want to change that?” The answer to that was instinctive. “Of course, there’s lots of joy to be had from eating.”

"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.

Aria's POV "Ms. Bennett? This is Priya Anand, I write for the Style section — do you have a comment on the piece running tomorrow?" I stood in my kitchen with the phone against my ear and Elias on my hip, and something in my stomach dropped before she'd even said what the piece was about. "What piece." "About your business funding. There's a source alleging Bennett Interiors was built on undisclosed money from your ex-husband, and that you've misrepresented your client contracts as a result. I wanted to give you the chance to respond before we go to print."

“You’re here, Elara. Please sit.” Elara stood by the table, her gaze cold. Lydia didn’t mind. She calmly took out a check and placed it on the table. “Elara, here is ten million dollars. I believe it’s enough for you to live worry-free for the rest of your life.” She lifted her eyes, her expression carrying quiet superiority. “I know Victor’s illness has been a burden, and now you can only take small acting roles. It must be hard.” “With this money, both you and Victor can live more easily.”

If I was prepared for death and life gave me a second chance, the least I could do was make the most out of it. For those unfamiliar with me, I am Miles Pierce, the most feared thirty-four-year-old billionaire in California. I've dominated the business realm, building companies that rake in roughly a billion dollars yearly after tax. When it comes to looks, I know I’m a rare creation, and my workout routine has helped maintain it. Although one can never have everything, and that was my case until an unexpected miracle happened. Three years ago, I had a perfect life until they found a lump in my heart during one of my health checkups. Initially told not to worry, a few medications and minor s

Vivian felt that Dominic was finally paying attention to her. "Ah, that's right. My knitter sent you that birthday present. She left early because she wasn't feeling well. Besides, she also wants me to thank you for helping her son." "Hydrangea?" Dominic took the bouquet from Vivian's hand. He is a billionaire, his friends are all rich people, so Dominic rarely receives such a simple gift. Except for his close friends who sent him gifts privately, everyone else didn't give him gifts, simply because they thought Dominic was too rich and he lacked nothing.