Double Life Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Turns out, my boring life didn’t magically disappear even after getting a little taste of the rich life. Morning gave way to night, nights blended into days, and days turned into weeks. It's been three weeks since my life changed overnight. I'm getting used to the new me, leaving behind the financial struggles of my past, all thanks to my sister's insane luck with love , she's dating a billionaire now, I suppose.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

I grew up in an orphanage, believing I would never have a family of my own. Then I earned a scholarship to one of the country’s most prestigious universities, where I met Dominic Thomas—the billionaire heir and the love of my life. Despite his mother’s fierce disapproval, Dominic chose me. After his father’s death, we got married, and I believed our love could overcome anything. I was wrong. Just two years into our marriage, our once-perfect love began to crumble when I couldn’t give him the one thing he wanted most. A child. After a doctor declared me infertile, Dominic’s love turned into cold indifference. He brought his pregnant mistress into our home, handed me divorce pap

I followed without a word. My old life was gone. I was the Billionaire Don’s fifty-million-dollar prize now. And the real sharing had only just begun.

"I didn't realize you went for rich billionaires now. Your niche a few years ago was rebellious bad boys with a truckload of trauma behind them." I laughed, still ruffled from the encounter I had a few minutes ago. Grandma started ticking her fingers. "Mommy issues, daddy issues." She grinned. "You name it. You're an expert at this." My grandma could be funny when she wanted to be. "He has a kid, a daughter, and he lives in the wealthiest part of the town. I hear he's a billionaire. I mean, he owns multiple chains of hotels and restaurants and he just bought this restaurant from Mr. Wang."

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.