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As handsome as he was, Gabriel Love was as weird as it gets. Maybe all that money and power had gotten into his head for too long. She knew how controlling billionaires can get, she was raised by one, and married one too. And now she’s dealing with another one who was going to invest in her good cause. Her stomach clenched as she processed the thought of letting another billionaire control her life once more.

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

He knew the reason for the two is to take back the properties taken by Peter Voltaire and divorce him for good, so he left all the belongings of Catherine Nill before monopolizing the resources. He was in a happy mood as he got to control the resources left by the three wealthy greeds and become not just a hidden scion but also the king of Kingston. The companies left by the two were in uproar in expectance of the stocks plummeting after the disappearance of it's owners, some even tried to steal the position of chief executives but morning came and the stock market opened, everyone was beyond shocked and confused. A press conference from the Glorious Hotel were spread like a wildfire in the

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

Even their applause sounded expensive. We took a seat near the back. Julien kept glancing at me every few minutes, asking softly, “Are you comfortable?” I nodded, and each time, his gaze lingered a heartbeat too long before turning back to the stage. The author soon finished reading an excerpt from his latest book “The Strategy of the Few” , a deep dive into the economics of control. As people lined up for book signings, I listened closely, intrigued. The topic was bankruptcy, not as failure, but as leverage.

Yesterday, I was the homeless girl with nothing; today am on a billionaire's pay list. In few minutes, I perfected my makeup and we went to the airport. It was quite difficult crossing all the protocols but Damian's name paved the way for us. "Uhm..... Congratulations" Fred managed to say. We have already boarded our flight and have booked a first class seat in the plane. Fred have been in shock since morning, instead of being a good friend like yesterday night he now treated me like am his boss. "For what?" I laughed "My boss did all this for you? Am surprised"

He was carrying a cup of coffee, his sharp features relaxed in a way that made him seem younger. “Ah, The Billionaire’s Blueprint,” he said, sitting across from me. “Great book. I’ve read it twice.” I raised an eyebrow, setting the book down. “Twice, huh? No wonder you’ve done so well for yourself. You’ve got the billionaire mindset.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, it helps when you apply the principles. It’s one thing to read about discipline and calculated risks; it’s another to live them.”

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

She looked tensed and angry. "Do you want a rightful answer or reality?" I replied, and she stood there, watching me, then crossed her hands and finally replied. "To what extent does a Holmes think money will cover his ass?" I exhaled and leaned on my desk. "Money is just a tool, a tool to whatever a Holmes desires. Money is the base we were raised in and the comfort we grow in. Its not about the luxury house, vehicles, trips or even hotels. Money is our freedom. It is a right that we obtain. Many people think money can't buy everything and they're right. Money buys sex, not love, friends but not company, marriage but not partnership. Someone like my dad took a lot of time and energy to buil