Everyones Trying To Be A Billionaire Novels & Stories

She promised to show me the ropes and the life of the rich but I never knew it would be that tedious. Meetings upon meetings, dinner, breakfasts to lunch. We attended all of them. I almost gave up but Adeline had a way of convincing me that we needed to reach out to a wider audience. The more people we met, the more we expected. The hall needed to be filled which meant more money for the less privileged. Adeline was a smart woman and determined to stand up for the poor. The more people we met, the more I got to understand and see the life of the rich. Those who never planned on showing up contributed instantly upon meeting them. Those were the wealthy ones that never showed up to events. The

He was familiar with the past. He was familiar with Greg's reputation. The one the world couldn't get enough of. The ruthless billionaire. The man who never stayed too long with anybody. The one who had it all, but never really cared about being close to anyone. That image had long been embraced by Greg years ago. It was easier. There were no expectations held for him. No promises. No vulnerability. No explanations. He had made a few errors. More than he could have cared for. He used to believe that success would take the place of anything else.

“You think you can run forever? Your sister warned us you might try something stupid like this. Always causing problems, aren’t you?” My breath came in ragged gasps. “Clarissa… of course she did. How much did she promise you? Or was it Mother pulling the strings again? Tell me, how long have you been on their payroll? How many other ‘problems’ have you cleaned up for the Ashworths?” “Doesn’t matter,” the first man replied, closer now. “Money spends the same. Walk away from this mess and everyone goes back to their nice, quiet lives. Keep pushing and… well, you already know how this story ends. Be smart for once in your life, girl.”

Alexander rested back in his chair, turning his fingers in a way that spoke of power and control. "Let's call it a mutually beneficial arrangement, Miss Grace." Emily’s mind started racing. This could not be good, Infact any offer from a billionaire with a ruthless reputation can never be a good sign. But the crazy large bill for his ruined suit was still there, a very obvious evidence of her current predicament. "What are you aiming at?" Emily asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marcy nodded at her as a smile crept to her face as she watched Phoebe leap to her feet to get the door. On opening the door, Phoebe was greeted with the familiar and ‘always smiley’ face of her friend, whose eyes almost bulged out of their socket as she glanced around the place before bringing it back to her. And when she spoke, her shock was evident in her voice. “You never told me he was a billionaire.”

I feel like this is something that Kaiden even can do by himself, I don't know why he is hiring me to do his baby job for him. I was finally inside the mansion with a lot of billionaires, both old and young, giving hypocritical smiles and glances at each other. I know how they do it, all these stinking rich people will come together as though they love and have each other's best interest at heart, when all of these is just for business transactions and making deal. Billionaires are more hypocritical than I thought. I hate being around them, because that means smiling whenever they want me to smile. I hate taking orders from them.

"Whoa, one million dollars? That's a game-changer! With that kind of money, I can finally live the life I've always dreamed of. I can buy a house and a car and set my mom up for life. I can go back to school and pursue my passion for beauty and become a successful beautician. The possibilities are endless! I can actually become the rich girl I've always wanted to be, without having to pretend to be someone else. This could be my ticket to a brand new life, and I'm tempted to take it." I'm lost in a daydream of all the things I could buy with a million dollars - clothes, shoes, and a life of luxury. But the man's voice snaps me back to reality, "Are you in or out?" he asks quietly and quickly

3 billion dollars from. “You got someone to call you on the phone, asking you to be the government’s chief consultant… “Then you get another person to pretend that you’re a billionaire? “Are you really that impressive? “If you are, why would you need to be someone else’s kept man? There’s no need for you to be a live-in son-in-law!”

"Oh, I remembered, I needed you tell you something. Do you know, the hospital is being used to turn the black money into white. The big charities that are held, are from the same company and then those companies sell medicines and machinery with hundred times more cost." San told him as she just discovered while gossiping with the nurses. "I know." He added and felt San becoming stiff. "You...." She was stunned. Did she make a mistake in accepting him while Gael smirked. "How you think I reached at this point?" "You...are really..... doing this." She blinked slowly trying to figure out how to deal with this. One man she thought was different and alas he was a bad apple too.

He wants to give me employment, he wants to give me money without asking me to return it. What's in his mind? Should I ask him about London or Mr Jensen? "Work? What kind of work?" I was hesitant to mumble something, the last time someone allowed me to do work made me lose everything, even my own identity. He was the billionaire too, you are a billionaire too. And the billionaires have nothing but dust in their minds. "I want you to do modelling," What?? Am I deaf? Or am I hallucinating? This can't be real! I have always dreamed of becoming a model, wearing all the luxurious brands and walking on the road as if I own it. I have always dreamed of seeing myself on digital tall buildings.