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But it worried him—it could cost her everything. Frustrated, Fabian pulled out another cigar and lit it right in front of the two men sitting across from him. Ronson and Odin quietly watched every move Fabian made. He wasn’t just any man—he was one of the youngest billionaires in the country. A self-made billionaire at that. The way he carried himself, he looked more like a mafia boss than a businessman, with shoulder-length hair and a thick beard lining his jaw. He looked dangerous... but classy. Frustration was written all over his face—his unshaven jaw and the dark circles under his eyes said it all.

Cherry said from behind Gabby. “I don’t care, Cherry, I just need the tip, it’s more than my salary for a month put together, and I could never understand men who think their money can buy any sort of human affection.” “Do you?” Cherry just stares at her and nods in disbelief. “That’s gold-digging gabby, why take the man’s tips if you won’t even give him a chance?” “I didn’t ask for the tips Cherry, he gives them freely, who am I to say no to free money?” Gabby asked bewildered at Cherry’s comment.

Hello Teddybears! I have started a new book titled “The Billionaire Heir “ . It’s in the ‘a rise to glory, billionaire heir and son-in-law genre’. You can read it on GoodNovel or MegaNovel. Below is a brief summary and I’m assuring you that you will love and even learn some few investments tricks in this story. ***Xander Kings is a poor university student who barely eats three square meals, he is always disgraced and insulted by his rich classmates and his heart got broken when he was chasing the girl of his dreams because of his poverty.

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

And what better place to do that than in a penthouse apartment in New York City? No, I couldn't have planned this more perfectly myself. I guess there are some advantages to having a billionaire as a best friend. He acts like anyone would do what he's doing - put up his crazy childhood best friend for a few days because she's officially gone off the deep end - but I know better. Maybe he only pities me, just like everyone else, but at least he's kind enough not to show it. And kind enough not to mention what happened on that awkward, drunken night between us.

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

“Really? I should let you go? I said, my voice rising. “Funny how you still have the energy to beg after everything you did.” “Please…” I didn’t answer. I’d never give him that satisfaction of begging me. I lingered a moment longer, letting the silence extend. Being a billionaire was supposed to feel like freedom. That was what the world believed when they saw the headlines. They didn’t see the boy who walked out of juvie with nothing but scars and a dark reputation. They did, actually. It just didn’t seem to matter anymore, even though people still talked about it. They didn’t see the years I spent building something legitimate after running with men who treated blood like currency before c