Novel & Cerita Double Life Of A Billionaire

Not now, not anytime soon. Being the billionaire CEO of ASOS, it was my top priority to take the company to greater heights, and closing this deal beautifully was one of them. Yes, I am a billionaire, my name has appeared in lots of magazines and newspapers as one of the best businessmen in the country, even in Forbes, although it gets old. But there was something these humans thought they could, figure out every part of my life, which obviously, they could not, there is just something they can never get, even in their many years to come.

She looks up at me and smiles, “Hey, big bro. I still can’t believe you are my brother.” I laugh, “I can’t believe I have a little sister.” “So, what’s life like, being you?” “Crazy. Interesting and challenging for the most part.” She nods, “I thought being a billionaire, president, and all that made life easy.” I laugh, “No, it makes it worse. It makes you a target, it’s like walking around with a sign that says shoot me, and trust me someone did.” Her eyes widen, “Oh shit, sorry. That was insensitive of me.”

I sank into the car seat, arching my back in relaxation. I was trying to resist my eyes from widening in bewilderment. Look who was reluctant a few minutes ago... … Liam was right. In a way, how the rich people exercised was quite different from a typical middle-class lifestyle. While we did things according to budget, billionaire’s didn’t even make it seem like they did. For a dirty business like shedding some sweat, they made it seem so glamorous. Introducing various gadgets and equipment. It was like they had different ways of doing it, and even included games in it.

"How were your parents?" "They were pretty cool people. I didn't spend much time with them but when I did, I'd have the best time," she said with a small smile. "I'm sorry if my question was too personal." "It wasn't." She laughed. "I'm happy that you're interested in them though." "Your turn," I reminded. "What are your thoughts on love?" She asked and my gaze turned curious. "Why are you asking me that?" "I'm just curious as to why the sexy billionaire prefers stringless relationships outside his family."

7 years, a long time have covered since Grandpa left us but how can i forget the legacy we the Ashfords’ have followed. Leaving the girls in bed is my new habit, they want money and I want pleasure, that's how we do it every time. I take my beautiful Bugatti veyron to drive all the way to my house. The place is still the same as it was 7 years ago. Grandma kept this place lively after Grandpa died and I kept my promise to him. Now, I am the owner of Ashford’s property, leading the companies and factories installed all over the world. I am proud of being the youngest billionaire in the world. Magazines and Newsletters are full of my pictures and interviews, i hardly doubt that anyone is not a

Leo looked away as he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly,” Brad said delicately. “You’re not a regular guy. You’re a billionaire, which is rare in the world. You don’t wear suits that cost less than two thousand dollars. You want everything perfect or there’s hell to pay. Granted, your more ambitious than most, but the difference is you’re more than willing to step on, burn, or castrate, cats, dogs, the elderly, and children to get what you want.” “Well . . . not children,” Blake mumbled. “That just proves that I’m –”

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

“Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.” Victor offered a thin smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He tapped his glass without drinking. “She’s not the problem,” he said smoothly. “The problem… is him.” “Him?” Victor leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Her driver. The new one.” The man scoffed. “You’re telling me your billion-dollar empire is threatened by a chauffeur?” Victor’s expression didn’t change. “He’s not just a chauffeur. I’ve watched people my whole life politicians, con men, CEOs. And this one… this Liam? He’s too clean. Too disciplined. Too invisible.”

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.