Everyones Trying To Be A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Marrying a billionaire is a way to discover the arrogance that deals with wealth TBC.

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.

Maybe all of these aches will go away. He was Nicholas Michealson, and he wasn’t supposed to bow to anyone. Three times richest man according to Forbes and the CEO of a chain of multi-billion dollar restaurants, he shouldn’t be scared of a mere woman. Not just any woman, the one who broke his heart and reduced him to nothing. She made him crave her love till money meant so little to him, and all he wanted was to be wrapped in her arms. No woman would do that to him and go scot-free. He had the power to do and Undo.

“But stop trying to change the subject. This is about us. I want you to answer me with a straight face.” I rolled my eyes. “You were always hellbent on not caring about other people’s ideas.” “Oh come on. You already know I love listening to people’s ideas.” I shrugged and waved her on. “What was the question again?” “It wasn’t really a question. It was more about how you’ve become a billionaire.” I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Well, it didn’t happen overnight. A lot of hard work, a lot of sleepless nights. You know how it is.”

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.”

Just when I need him, he disappears. "Just keep tracking Finn and find out who his previous clients were. Maybe we can get some information on them," I demanded. "Sure thing, boss," he smiled at me sarcastically. Tsk. Maybe if Finn and those dangerous people hunting us didn’t exist, our lives would be more free, and I could bond openly in public with my family and friends. Everything we do is always done in secret. Still, being a billionaire isn’t so bad. You can buy what you want at any time and anywhere. Many rivals want to bring down the world's most powerful and wealthy because they don't want you at the top. Some individuals, such as Finn, turn to illicit ventures in an attempt to rise

She said and Marcus raised his brows in confusion. "Club one-trillion is for trillionaires, people and business organizations that make trillions but we haven't gotten to that level so that's the obstacle to obtaining the Fashion house"she said and Marcus finally understood. "I'm sure we can do something about it right?" He asked, "Yeah we can, currently we are making billions daily but the only way we can get to the trillion is if we secure another one billion dollar deal, our only enemy is time" she said, "how?" he asked while Monalisa rolled her eyes, but Priyanka continued explaining

However, because they were so many of them, I did not have any time to read them all. "Wow, what a coincidence," I muttered as I gave Ken a look of pleasant surprise. "I wish I'm in your position." Gamma Elias spoke with a joking tone as he smiled at me. But although it was just a joke, in my thought, I believe that almost everyone would wish to be a Vermont's heir. After all, being a billionaire was something of everyone's dreams. I just happened to achieve it without doing anything great. "Kuku, me too. But I know we can't be like you even if the world goes upside down." Beta Leo chuckled. I simply smiled at his joke in response.

Bishop mumbled softly. I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way—and that's to work at Wet Nights. I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.