Romans & histoires I Am A Billionaire

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

“Evelyn, you have to be extra careful. I can’t bear to see you in such pain again.” As he spoke, I admired him and felt so lucky to have him. “How did you manage to pull all of this together?” I asked, knowing he’d understand what I meant. “I’m not a regular person. I’m a billionaire. I get whatever I want, whenever and however I want,” he replied with a mix of confidence and arrogance.

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

Things started to get interesting when Ahmed Rebrad, the only living heir of Rashid Rebrad, one of wealthiest Arab business men within and outside the United States, started give Catherine a couple of inappropriate stares. He staked in telecommunication companies in third world countries. He also owned many casinos and clubs within the country, especially in Vegas among other things. Many rumors had spread about how he killed his father and siblings to inherit a large fortune. Whatever the case was, he was a rich orphan and the only person he had to call family was his uncle, Najib. Ahmed had an untapped reach, one the Smith lot could only dream about.

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.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

I asked. "No. I was just imagining how noisy this house would be if you gave me a football team of children," he replied, lips curved into a wide grin. I knew it wasn't the real answer. But I’ve always respected a person’s privacy, even when it quietly tugged at the corners of my heart. "You'd really leave me to raise that many children on my own?" "I was named the youngest billionaire in the world. I’d never leave my wife alone. We would still go on vacations, anywhere you desire."

ETHAN CARTER'S EX-WIFE SPOTTED KISSING ANOTHER BILLIONAIRE. IS MIA BENNETT MOVING ON? RYAN ANDERSON WINS THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX-WIFE? Mia stared at the headlines in disbelief. She had expected attention eventually. But not this. Her phone wouldn't stop ringing. Ryan arrived at her office almost immediately. “Are you okay?” “No.” He looked furious. “I'm sorry.” “It's not your fault.” “I should have been more careful.” Mia shook her head. “We didn't do anything wrong.”