Honey You Are A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Don't let his confession manipulate you now, Penny! And don't forget he is a man with the biggest empire and wealth in Bloomcrest. He can buy all the moons on Saturn if he wills to and you're saying he was tricked by Zara?" Penny's lips parted but no words came out. Her friend wasn't wrong with her observation. "Come on, Penny, both of us know that it takes both brains and in-depth research to become a billionaire businessman. Hunter is one of the youngest and richest businessmen around the globe. You can't justify him saying that he was manipulated!"

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”

I asked, just remembering that little bit of conversation. “Oh, I did a little Googling,” Julia said in a sing-song voice. “And what does that mean?” I asked irritably, needing some serious coffee and water. “It means he is a billionaire,” Julia said. “Not only is he sexy and kind and obviously very generous, but he is wealthy to boot. He was making money hand over fist while he was in the Army. When he retired, he made a few very smart investments and ended up breaking into the billionaire status at the age of thirty. Basically, he has more money than, well, than everyone we know.”

But one thing was certain,this shopping trip was going to be more than just designer bags. It would be an escape… and a test. Versace store; New York VIP wing. The ride to the mall had been unusually calm. Ariana sat beside Liam in the front passenger seat, scrolling aimlessly on her phone, while Liam focused on the road like his life depended on it. “Ever been on a shopping date before?” she asked suddenly, peeking at him from under her lashes. Liam didn’t blink. “This isn’t a date.” “Sure. Just a billionaire’s daughter, her ridiculously handsome driver, and a black card that can melt wallets. Sounds like a romcom to me.”

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

"Well, I’m offering you a way out. Marry me instead of Sophia. In exchange, I’ll give you a controlling share in the Harper Hotel chain." For a second, he just stared at me — assessing, weighing, calculating. "You’re serious," he said finally, a glint of admiration flashing behind those cold eyes. "As serious as a heart attack," I said, smiling sweetly. He leaned back, studying me like a chess master sizing up an unexpected opponent. “Well, Miss Harper, in case you didn't notice, I’m a billionaire. The richest one in this country, to be exact," he said casually. "As tempting as your offer sounds... I want something more."

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

When it was connected, she said, "Aiden, why didn't you tell me that Bridgette was a billionaire?" The smile on Aiden's face froze. He thought his mother had called him to find out if he had arrived safely at the university. His face darkened and asked, "Mom, what are you talking about? I didn't know that Bridgette was a billionaire." His mother was fuming with anger and replied, "Bridgette is a famous painter, and she is the youngest billionaire. Why did I send you to school if you don't even know how to read newspapers?" Then she hung up the phone.

Only a line of trembling, yet crystal-clear golden text slowly materialized: **[Your dream came true. Congratulations, Mr. Billionaire.]** The moment he saw those words, Kael's pupils blew wide. He froze, staring unblinkingly at the text, feeling as if his heart had been gouged out of his chest. It was the boastful promise he had made to me one drunken night in college. Back then, I had smiled and told him, "Alright then. When you become a billionaire, I'll be right there to applaud you."

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”