I Am A Billionaire の小説・ストーリー

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

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.”

That's all there is to it. A list of articles immediately flood the screen. Apparently he's one of the richest and most successful billionaires in the world according to a Forbes headline I continue reading some more celebrity articles that share the same sentiment. One of the richest in the world and a philanthropist yada yada. Apparently he really wants to help a handful of striving small businesses and enterprises to grow across the country.

A look of surprise flashed before his eyes, and when he spoke next, his voice sounded intrigued. “Do you think half a million would in anyway affect my finances little girl? I own a multi billion dollar enterprise, the richest company in the country. Half a million is chicken change.” I nodded, not fully understanding what he had just said. I knew he was very rich, because I had heard a lot about him, but I did not know anyone could be that rich. I and my stepfather had lived in abject poverty, and our poverty had only gotten worse as his gambling addiction grew. How could I pay back such a huge sum of money in ten life times, let alone understand what it meant to be as rich as The billionai

"I'm a billionaire and I'm wealthy. I have a lot of companies scattered across the world and most times such powers comes with countless enemies so if I don't trust the people I work with, an enemy might use them against me to get back at me so anyways, it's a win-win situation. I trust them and they trust me. That way, it will be harder for them to do anything bad to me because of the trust we've both established between ourselves." "Nice move. You know, you're not as bad as I thought you were." I blurted out and he laughed. "I usually see billionaire's as people who think they have the word wrapped around their little fingers. I see them as people who are selfish, self-centered and self-ab

Then he laughed and shook his head. " You're so naive, you know?", he said to me, " you think I just sit here making millions of dollars for this company and use none of it for myself?", he asked. " You call buying a mansion, using some money for yourself? You're lavishing dad's wealth!", I yelled at him.

joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,

Lying on my king sized bed, I reminisced about my life in the past. Sometimes it felt like a dream. But it wasn't. I am now a billionaire without even having to do anything but one thing I don't do is that I don't let the wealth get to my head. I know what it is like being poor ans being trampled upon. I make sure to donate to charity every month and I'm working on a programme to empower the less privileged with skills for business. I had it all now. The fame, the money, the power, the authority, the name but one thing was missing.

“I haven’t held a golf club in my life.” “Tennis?” “Nope.” “But you can swim?” “Yes.” “So why didn’t you buy a house that has a swimming pool? You’re a billionaire, you can do it?” “Am I a billionaire? Well, I have a few hundred millions in different banks here and abroad. And I have some businesses and properties which if you liquidate would run to a few hundred millions, too. Yes, my net worth is more than a billion pesos, so yes, I am a billionaire. But not all billionaires want a mansion or a palace or a castle. Or a swimming pool. I don’t even have a bath tub.” He chuckled. “Besides, those money, my mother just gave it to me.”