Honey You Are A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Ava sat up straight. “Queen.” “What?” “ First of all, that man is a billionaire like he is super rich rich.” “second, he is powerful. “he can’t be walking around the city without security not to talk of buying you breakfast”. Queen looked back at the television. Then back at Ava. Then back at the television again. “I know.” “So how exactly did a billionaire end up buying you breakfast?” Queen opened her mouth. Then closed it. Because when Ava said it like that…

Thought his face was frozen that way. I show Julian the last one. He snorts. "My face is not frozen." "You have to admit, you've cultivated a brand." "A brand I just demolished by buying honey." "Forty-dollar honey. Very on-brand for a billionaire." He almost smiles. Then his phone buzzes again. He reads the screen, and his expression shifts. "What?" I ask.

"Fine. I will admit it now. I am not a poor guy, Cass. I am not a beggar." "What do you mean?!" Cass demanded, her voice rising. "Then who are you?" Liam rubbed the back of his neck, looking completely uncomfortable. "I'm a billionaire, Cass. I am a major businessman. That is my real life. The truth is, I was just pretending to be poor this whole time." Cass felt like she had just been slapped right across the face by reality. The small apartment, the broken bicycle, the scrap yard—all of it was a lie. "Why?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Why would you do something like that?"

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

Dylan didn’t even know that billionaires can be hurt by knowing someone will leave them. Billionaires used to be imperfect, and they didn’t care about people who leave their life. However, Luke is so different—that’s why he is a charming billionaire that captivated the young and reluctant Dylan Cohen. The warmth of love is only present when he is with him. Dylan is not worth ten million pesos—but an immeasurable price worth of his treasures. The pretty boy approached him and then looked at his grey eyes. Those warm amber eyes of his sugar baby are soothing his soul and inner peace. Dylan smile genuinely as he holds his sugar daddy’s face. His toes ascended him to his tall lips.

"And I didn't expect any less from the likes of you." He chuckled. "Don't behave so high and mighty just because you married a billionaire, Elaine. I don't know what you did to do this but that's besides the point." I frowned and folded my arms. "I've got a feeling that roses aren't what brought you here." "They aren't." He looked around for a moment before leaning in to whisper. "We are in trouble." My eyes widened in shock. "We?" He rolled his eyes. "Not you, but us. The team."

"Oh my world, Nelly you are married to Bill Kent the youngest billionaire in the whole of New York, you are so lucky, gosh I envy you, Avery said to Nelly raising her voice. "I don't see the reason why you are shouting, is Bill some sort of Demigod? Nelly asked Avery frowning her face. "Yes he is more than a Demigod, he is so rich and very handsome oh my gosh," Avery said to her friend smiling. "Can you just cut this your drama, the way you are eulogizing him will make someone think he is the most important person on earth, well enough of my life let us talk about you" Nelly said to Avery.

“I don't know, and honestly, I don't care. If you wouldn't mind, it's quite early, and I'm occu-" “Resilience. Doggedness. Whatever you wish to call it. It's the ability of someone to keep chasing what he wishes for until he gets it that makes him a billionaire." “Okay, Mr. Hill. Thanks for the talk on what makes a billionaire and what doesn't. Talk I didn't ask for, don't need, and don't appreciate, by the way. But I have to ask, if you'd be so kind. Why are you telling me this past seven in the morning when I could very well be asleep or busy working?"

He raises an eyebrow. "What? Are you planning to run away with all my money?" Okay, what? "Jeez, of course not." "I would'nt put it past you, Cheyenne." I huff. "Are you going to answer the question?" He looks at me for a second, as if contemplating if he should answer or not. "I'm a billionaire, Cheyenne. Does that answer your question?" I stare at him, wide mouthed. A billionaire? Well, that changes things.

I turned to leave but Rebecca stepped in front of me instantly. "Is it true that you are a billionaire, Laurel Hyde? You are now the founder and sole owner of Hyde jewelries LTD. A company that is worth billions of dollars. You were so close to becoming a billionaire even before you launched your jewelry company. And now, you're in the game. Don't you think it's time for Forbes to officially declare you self-made billionaire?"