Gary E Stevenson Billionaire Novels & Stories

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

I gasped, blinking disbelievingly. Mr. Stevens cleared his throat. "Mr. Montero was a very wealthy man, Miss Mills. A billionaire to be exact. And before his untimely death, he left a sizable sum to you." My knees tried to go out from underneath me, and I leaned against the doorframe to stay upright. A billionaire? Torin? How the hell—the man I knew lived in a compound, not a mansion. He rode a motorcycle, not flew in a private jet. "How… How much?" I managed to croak out.

“Even if he’s obnoxious, he isn’t John!” Brody McLean was a respected, powerful billionaire, with business interests in more concerns than most the tycoons in the USA put together. He had chosen her proposal, hers, not Paul's or one from the other firms he had checked, and there was everything to thank him for. That was a fact.

Christine couldn’t believe her eyes, she had to pinch her arm to check if she was dreaming or not. She was standing in front of Logan Grayson, the drop-dead gorgeous CEO of Grayson Enterprises. One of the richest men in the world. Logan Grayson was the owner of a chain of hotels around the world. He had inherited it from his father, Edward Grayson, clearly old money, but the company became more exposed and made more revenue under his leadership. He had won numerous awards for his philanthropy and business deals, He was consistently named under Time’s 100 most influential person and once graced Tatler’s magazine as the world most eligible bachelor.

Even if he were third- or fourth-hand, or had a whole bunch of kids outside, he would still be a highly sought-after catch. President of Westvale Group, the youngest billionaire on the wealth list, and on top of all that, a man whose looks could easily rival any top male star or supermodel. How could she be worthy of him? This was the best joke Esther had ever heard. “A hundred first-hand men wouldn’t compare to a single second-hand Mr. Westvale. Mr. Westvale, please don’t tease me!” Evander: “…” ***

“I know this is unexpected, but I was hoping we could have a conversation. Just a friendly chat.” Steve’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A conversation?” “Yes.” Kate nodded. “You’re an interesting man, Mr. Jacob. I’ve read about you, and I must say, you have quite the reputation.” Steve let out a small chuckle, crossing his arms. “Reputation? And what exactly do people say about me?” Kate smirked. “That you’re a billionaire, of course. But not just any billionaire—you’re known for being mysterious, private, and incredibly sharp. I admire that.”

MUNA When I arrived at GS Capital in my black sports car, I was impressed at how beautiful and huge the building was. Of course, it definitely was expected of a venture capitalist like Gary Stephens, apparently, he was the CEO of GS Capital and at the moment, the man my father owed millions of dollars to. I wondered exactly why I was doing this once again as I walked into the building. Was it to gain some sort of recognition from my Dad when he finally woke up?

Stacy widened her eyes in excitement "Holy fuck!.... that's Gary's kid!."She gasps, coming over to sit beside Hazel and handing her a glass cup. "Does that ring a bell?.". Lesley mused, holding her cup as Stacy poured wine into it. "Nope dearie.... it sounds a trumpet actually." Lesley chuckled and took a sip of her wine. "Gary Gaughtier is Newyork idol!. He owns over half of the state's companies around." Lesley bats her lashes.

She grabbed her bag and stepped into the hallway, determined to push him out of her thoughts. That was when she heard voices again. “…Blackwood Industries stock stabilized overnight.” Zayrielle slowed. She shouldn’t eavesdrop. She knew that. But the name made her stop cold. Blackwood. The hallway television mounted near the elevator flickered to life. “—in other news, billionaire CEO Caeldrin Blackwood was notably absent from last night’s charity gala, fueling rumors of internal pressure from the Blackwood family—” Her breath caught. The screen shifted to a photograph.