Gary E Stevenson Billionaire Novels & Stories

"But one thing you guys don't know was that he is a billionaire. He is wealthy but doesn't show off. As his only son, I took over everything, making me a billionaire." "Wow, I can't believe this. So I'm a billionaire house wife!" Jennifer exclaimed and hugged Steve excitedly. A lot was going through Susan's mind as she stood in confusion. It doesn't look real but she was sure she wasn't dreaming. She looked at Steve who was busy cuddling with Jennifer who couldn't let go. "This is exactly the kind of man I want for myself." Susan said under her breath. Her plan was to fuck him for the last time and leave the next day, but at that moment, she began to think otherwise.

she said, “but I need you to understand that this is a very good thing.” I stared at her through swollen eyes. She continued like she hadn’t just announced the funeral of my freedom. “Dave Ashton is one of the most respected young men in the country. He is successful, disciplined, and from an excellent family.” “And a stranger,” I said. Her smile flickered but didn’t fall. “He is also the youngest billionaire in the country.” There it was. The real selling point. Money. Always money. I let out a dry laugh and pushed myself up from the floor.

He said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.

Photos, background information, business records—Joshua had been thorough. Vincent Hayes. Age 28. CEO of Hayes Acquisitions, a company specialising in rare artefacts and historical pieces. Net worth is approximately $3 billion. Graduated from a prestigious University with degrees in Art History and Business. Reputation: impeccable. Known for his integrity and expertise in the field. No scandals. No questionable business practices. No skeletons in his closet that I could exploit. And his company was valued at around $3 trillion, putting him in the same wealth category as me. No wonder he'd been so brazen yesterday, confronting me without fear. He didn't need to be intimidated by the Whitmore

"How do you mean? He asked. "The young boy, who just lost her parents at the time, came into the school as a disguised Billionaire, making every one believe that he was in the school on scholarship, but very few persons who knew him, told us everything". She says, almost whispering this time, as if someone might be listening. "Who is this secret billionaire? He asked, getting more interested in the story. "He is Craig Anderson, the only grand son of the Anderson, the president of the Apple international technological industries". She says with a knowing smile.

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

I walked away with Daniel trailing behind me. The evening blurred into the usual nonsense. “Daniel,” I said smoothly, lowering my voice, “don’t stand too close to me. People might think you’re my date. I’m not interested in tonight’s headlines reading Billionaire Comes Out at Charity Gala.” Daniel choked on a laugh. “Not bad.” I gave him a stern look, lips twitching. “Now spread out. Look useful. Pretend you’re scouting investors.” “Christian Reed.” That fucking voice! I turned, jaw tightening. Robert Harper. Elizabeth’s father. His suit was pressed, his smile wide, but his eyes gave him away—hungry, desperate. The kind of man who would claw his way into any room that promised influence.

He had the perfect height and a taper side-part haircut with stubbly boxed beards on his chiseled jaw. When his face became clear, Rita’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Chris?’ Christopher Stevens was a 31year old entrepreneur. He was the CEO of the Stevens electronics group, a company he had started from scratch and he was now labeled as the second richest man in the world. He used to have a huge crush on Rita during their university days but she rejected him mercilessly in front of a lot of people. Rita didn’t know how to react after meeting her old friend who she had utterly humiliated in the past.