Novel & Cerita Iris Smith Billionaire

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

“Vincent, please stop. I don’t want to talk about Dion. Hey, Mr. Carlson also got me an internship in one of the biggest companies in the world of business. He said if I do good, I might even be a permanent employee there.” “Wow. That is…Mpumi, that is great!” “Yeah! He is the acting CEO of Metallic Wholesalers. He said something about the previous acting CEO gone missing. But hey, thank God he’s the new CEO, right? Else I wouldn’t have gotten the internship. He is the sweetest rich person I have ever known!” . . . I'll be releasing 2 new books!! BOOK 1: K*lling The Billionaire's Brother BOOK 2: I'll Bring The Alpha To His Knees

She pointed out with an eye roll. "I don't know a thing. He's my new boss anyways and I still hate him, maybe a little more than I did yesterday." I scrolled down past the picture of Mr Richardson on the screen before stopping under the picture were things about him was detailed. We all read the details together in silence while I noted everything down in my head, why I was doing it was totally beyond me. Tristan. A. Richardson is a twenty-five year old young billionaire who's the humble founder of Nets Company Worldwide.

Lisa asked with a furious voice. - Who am I? Who am I? Riley got up from the chair, looked at Lisa, and said: I am the majority owner of this company and if I want an explanation you will have to give it to me, otherwise I will let this company bankrupt and you can do with your life whatever you want. If you did not know this company is on the verge of bankruptcy. They were surprised and fear could be seen on their face. Tabitha spoke: - Riley what do you want? What kind of explanation? For what?

I normally find an astonished Martha in awe when my habits from childhood show up because I sometimes find myself forgetting I’m a millionaire now. Even though I’ve made a pretty good name for myself and my dad can live out the rest of his days comfortably, I don’t want my sudden increase in wealth to influence the person I become in the future. Yes, I can live lavishly, and trust me I do, but keeping myself humble by reminding myself where I came from is very important for the image my company tries to project to its patrons. Iris Summers is not another corporate slave to captalism trying to get rich, but a regular woman who just wants their guests to have an enjoyable and pleasant experien

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

Iris backed out fast as politely as she could. "Sure, take your time. But I will still give you some options to think about by this evening. Talk to you later, Mrs..." The realtor stopped midway to confirm who she was. "Uh, Iris Danvier," she said. Iris intentionally omitted her last name gained by marrying Alexander Roman Browning. One of the certified hottest billionaires in the world. "Alright, Mrs. Danvier, see you soon!" When the call disconnected, Iris shook her head, feeling like this was already a mistake.

"Look at you, you useless, pathetic cheapskate. You used expired medicine just to save a buck, and you bought a wheelchair that's ready for the scrap heap! I must've been cursed to end up with a man like you!" Iris panted heavily, as if she had just found an outlet for her hatred. "I'll be brutally honest with you. I've been seeing someone else for a while now! He's young, handsome, gentle, and considerate. Most importantly, I already bought a penthouse at Quantum Heights in full, and it's under his name!

And as I prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, I knew that I would need to stay one step ahead of the enemy if I wanted to survive. As I sat at my desk, still reeling from my conversation with Meera, the last person I expected to see walked through the door. Walter Caine, the mega-rich billionaire, strolled into my office with a smile on his face. "Well, hello there, Iris," he greeted me warmly. "Mind if I join you?"

I leaned further into her, almost as though I wanted to fuse our bodies. "God, I missed you." She whined softly, detangling my messy hair with her fingers. "I missed you too." I answered, breathing out in content. I let her go after a while, taking a step back to soak in the allure of her striking beauty. Iris was that girl. The gorgeous, sassy and outspoken billionaire heiress—her parents were rich business tycoons. With her rich status, brains and beauty, most girls at Nocturne Ville College struggled to get attention from her, but Iris only ever lets her guard down with me.