Honey You Are A Billionaire Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

"$400M now, not $200M. Because you wore crop top. They want Bronx honeymoon story. T****k 12 million views overnight." Honeymoon? We didn't have honeymoon. We had boardroom kiss on table. "I want Bronx honeymoon," I said. "Not Maldives. Bronx." He frowned. Billionaire frown = $10M lost per frown. "Bronx is projects, Isabella. You left projects to be queen. Why go back?" "Because queen without projects is skinny model like Vanessa. Queen with projects is real. Lily never saw where Mamma came from. My mom never saw mansion. We take hospital money and go Bronx."

She surely won't worry about money at all. “Nathan, I know I have given you a hard time about your actions in the past, but I want you to know that I'm so proud of you. You're successful and you managed to achieve a lot at such a young age. I know I can trust you and I can leave this enterprise for you while knowing it will be in good hands. You now own three-quarters of this company. Excel at being the CEO, write your name in history. I have also given you a billion dollars. I'm sure you'll make them three of four billion dollars by the time you're fifty.” I've always been called a billionaire, given the fact that the enterprise sooner or later would be mine. Now, I'm officially a billionai

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

"That is way more complicated!" "I can handle complicated Solano," "Ok. When I'm out alone, the only thing that can be gotten out of it are stories about another widower billionaire in mourning or stuff?" "Wait! Did you just say billionaire?" "Honey you should know that." Solano said with a sly grin. "I knew you're rich but billionaire?" "What did you think multimillionaire meant?" "Having lots of millio... Oh! I get it now." "Maybe I should get you a tutor too." He joked,

About her being a debt payment to a billionaire and the new villains that entered her life, I just let her voice it all out. I always wanted to tell her that…why not just me? I have a couple of money. I was born with a silver spoon and ten million dollars is just equivalent to cents for me. Being rich is a part of my name, of being me. Although she knew that, she only sees me as a person that is always to be approached during difficult times and to be approached if she’s feeling happy and needs someone to have a coffee with—I am just a friend. I tried so damn hard to express what I feel, what I truly am. That I am not just a beautiful woman, but also a woman who seeks to be with a gorgeous y

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

Harper asked, and I tilted my head to look at her. "What…?" "You muttered something. Are you overthinking it already?" She pulled the thought off my mind. "It's just help, Eva. And I looked him up again, after he came, and damn!" Harper knelt on the bed and reached for my hand, grabbing it. "He's fucking wealthy! So fucking wealthy that I just wish he'd decide to marry you, and I can be the cool aunt to a billionaire baby."

My heart fluttered at the thought of 'my new home'. As I descended the stairs and entered the hallway, my jaw dropped in awe. This house surpassed the size of my own house and Anna's magnificent residence combined. My husband must be a multi-billionaire because this wasn't the kind of house an ordinary man would live in. I stepped into the living room, which resembled a grand ballroom, and instinctively covered my mouth in shock. Morris was actually residing in this vast house all by himself. It was spacious enough to accommodate both her family and Anna's, with room to spare. The place didn't even appear lived in.

Brookes smiled, "Well, it was a good thing you were able to convince me to come with you. I would have lost out." "Do you know what this means? I am going to be a billionaire! Oh, I'm going to expand my business all the way from Labrador to New York, to San Jose, San Francisco, Los Angeles—you name it, everywhere. I would be widely known. I am going to make a name for myself, Brookes. You have no idea how happy I am. I have become a billionaire overnight."