Honey You Are A Billionaire Novels & Stories

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."

I was so shocked beyond words. This was actually happening. I was going to meet a billionaire! Fuck! I’m going to be richer than Rihanna without using my talent. But, wait. I don’t even know if Giorgio’s dad is as rich as Rihanna. Of course he is! Rihanna is in the millionaire bracket, and I was in the billionaire bracket. Ok, not yet, but it was just a matter of time.

"I shouldn't be surprised. A financial company of this size naturally has a lot of capital. Moreover, his wealth is listed in the top twenty billionaires worldwide." Jasmine smiled broadly. "So, you shouldn't be sad about your incident. Look at it from the positive side. You're now Mrs. Otis Haworth, the billionaire. I'm sure you'll get a lot of monthly money and other benefits." “Brad is also a billionaire,” I teased. Jasmine rolled her eyes. “We're talking about you, not me.” She smiled. "By the way, aren't you angry with me?" I looked at her intently. "I kept my marriage to Otis a secret."

“And I want my strawberries arranged in the shape of a dollar sign.” I grinned. That’s my girl. Ariella Rose Declan. Eight years old. Multilingual, wildly fashionable, frighteningly brilliant and currently the youngest billionaire in the world, thanks to the 38% shares Harry signed to her name when she turned six. Forbes called her “the storm in a tutu.” We just called her ours. “She’s terrifying,” Harry murmured behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He was shirtless, freshly showered, still the Greek god I’d fallen in love with. “And I love it.”

"You sound nearly normal when you speak that way." He chuckled. "Don't get too used to it. I'm still a billionaire with control problems." She laughed, the sound real and liberating for the first time in days. That evening, Elena was in her apartment, unboxing a package she'd removed from Killian's. A few things of hers. A couple of books. Stuff that wasn't permanent. She wasn't returning home—yet. But she didn't want to sever herself entirely either. That conversation had left a door ajar. And this evening, for the first time in her life, she wasn't so afraid to walk across it.

he repeats, eyes boring into mine. I can't help the slamming of my heart, or the smirk on my lips that matches his. “Hmmmm.” I say, not once taking my eyes off him, “Surely you can do better than that? I heard you're a billionaire.” The smirk on his lips pulls into a dazzling smile, “2 million then?” I fold my hands, “Try again.” He narrows his eyes, loving the challenge, “A billion.” The crowds' gossip rises to a crescendo.

I ask, and she glances at me somehow. "Oh my gee..girlfriend, don't tell me you don't know Liam Henshaw, one of the youngest billionaires and entrepreneurs in the whole of Texas or, I must say, America," she voiced out, and I rolled my eyes all these for one guy. "He's not only rich...?" She continued "He's handsome, cute, charming, ah! he even has a nickname" "Nickname?" "Yeah...king of gods" "King of gods?" I burst into laughter "Hey..it isn't funny", she said, obviously getting angry.

A smug smile playing between his lips. "The hell I care. I am a billionaire, sweetheart. Your husband is one of the top billionaires in California, I earned a million dollars every day, billions every week and I can give you anything you want. I can support you with all your needs, put billions into your account and even take you to different countries around the world."

“See you in hell, Theodore Lee.” “Sage, listen to me.” His voice got muffled as the door behind me was closed and my assistant was standing there with her arms folded and a frown. “Come on, Violet. I'm just thirty minutes late. I had to deal with them.” I chuckled before getting into my car with a fulfilled look. I'm Sage Willows, CEO of Phoenix Estates, and a real bad bitch.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.