Honey You Are A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Stop it, I think I’m gonna vomit” “Quit being dramatic and press the damn button,” Donovan said. Kenny tapped the elevator button. He walked directly into the kitchen. “What about the food you were served? I didn’t get any since I came late” “Everything was good, but really tiny. I can’t believe Hilliard is selling his business” “How much do you think he’s selling?” “10, maybe” “$10 billion dollars?” “Yeah, he’s restaurant chain is renowned” “That Thomas Gray guy, didn’t he and Lily go to the same school?”

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add. "But I hope he's staying long as our professor and not just here for a project or something."

The Monday after the gala felt unreal. Lena’s phone hadn’t stopped buzzing. Pictures from the party had exploded across the internet. Headlines read: “Who’s the Mystery Woman on Rafael Blackthorne’s Arm?” “From Assistant to It Girl? Meet Lena Carter.” “Power Couple in the Making?” Lena groaned and slid deeper into her coffee cup. “Two weeks ago, I was breaking up bar fights and refilling ketchup bottles,” she muttered. “Now I’m being shipped with the most un-dateable billionaire in Manhattan.”

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

“I never asked for you to do that. You’re rich, I don’t think you should be doing this.” “Oh please,” he scuffs, “Just cause I’m a bit rich, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to do such mundane things.” Ahh! I laughed a little. “A bit?” “Hmm-hm.” I stood erect, hands holding my waist. “You’re a billionaire. I don’t think that’s what you call a bit.” “So what if I am?” “Gosh,” I say in frustration. “I can’t deal with you. Could you please leave already? Please?”

It was more money than I’d ever dreamed of, enough to secure Katie’s future a thousand times over, enough to walk away from everything. “I’m not for sale,” I said, my mouth dry. “Everything is for sale, Sierra. Especially things trapped in gilded cages.” His eyes held a knowing glint that made my skin crawl. He saw it. He saw the cold war in our mansion, the deadness behind my public smile. “Think about it. Your own empire. True independence. No more living in the shadow of Louis’s… complicated past. A clean slate. With that capital, you could go anywhere. Be anyone.”

The hiss of milk steaming, the scrape of chairs—all of it blurred. She shook her head, a laugh escaping her, brittle and disbelieving. “No. That’s… that’s ridiculous. Look at me. Do I look like a billionaire? I don’t even have bus fare half the time. I walk everywhere. I eat… eggs and rice because it’s cheap. I owe rent. Billionaires don’t—” “They do if someone stole their life from them,” Adrian said quietly. His words cut through her protest like glass through cloth. Casey grinned, leaning back with a flourish. “Welcome to the family, sis. You’ve been sitting on a fortune this whole time and didn’t even know it.”

“Vera took you from me! I should have protected you better!” Tears ran down his face again. He leaned against a street sign for a second and gulped more whiskey. “I’m supposed to be the strong one. The billionaire who fixes everything. But I can’t fix this. I can’t bring you back.” He pushed off the sign and kept walking. The bottle was almost empty now.