Iris Smith Billionaire Novels & Stories

He sat immediately. "Is he working out!" she observed how his shirt was tight and his muscles were visible to the public. In no distant time, her phone rang. she looked around as people passed by. She felt so embarrassed and she hoped nobody video-tapped her, spying on her husband. River hill estate belonged to the rich, 90% of people who had residences were the most prominent in the society. The other 10% comprised employees. They were the ones she was scared of. She picked up the call and spoke out "hello?"

About her being a debt payment to a billionaire and the new villains that entered her life, I just let her voice it all out. I always wanted to tell her that…why not just me? I have a couple of money. I was born with a silver spoon and ten million dollars is just equivalent to cents for me. Being rich is a part of my name, of being me. Although she knew that, she only sees me as a person that is always to be approached during difficult times and to be approached if she’s feeling happy and needs someone to have a coffee with—I am just a friend. I tried so damn hard to express what I feel, what I truly am. That I am not just a beautiful woman, but also a woman who seeks to be with a gorgeous y

Mr Arnold, ignored and did not pause for a second, he continued to eat care free without looking at either his wife or daughter. " The William family has offered us a huge sum of 5 million dollars for our princess, of course it's because she is carrying their grandchild. It will help us alot especially in our business. The other benefits are the three contracts which Mr William said he needed to talk to u about and if you won't like them, he will then offer them to one of his friends. Are we not lucky to get such opportunities? Don't you think we should speed up ... "Enough! I have had enough of àll this woman. Money, it's just money, money is all you think about! What kind of a human being

After the holiday, the student council president assigns me the task of mentoring a freshman named Mona Leach. I text her to discuss the task at hand, but she ignores my messages. When she finally replies to me, her words are scathing. "I'm a freshman, but that doesn't mean you can harass me just because you're my senior. I have a boyfriend." Just as I'm wondering how she even got the idea that I'm interested in her, I see her complaining in the student council group chat. She writes, "Just because he's a senior doesn't mean he can harass a freshman. I already told him I have a boyfriend, but he keeps bothering me. I barely started my freshman year, and I have to deal with such disgusting

It was worth 160 million dollars. Iris owned a bracelet worth 160 million but supposedly couldn't repay a debt of ten million. I was completely broke, yet I'd been planning to borrow from loan sharks for her. My genuine love for her had become the confidence she needed to toy with me without restraint. When she noticed me staring at the jewelry on her wrist, Iris leaned into my arms without the slightest change in expression. "It's a fake, Jas. When I have money, I'll buy you whatever you want."

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

Wait… Arthur Smith, the name seemed familiar, she paused for a while as she racked her brain, trying to recall where she had heard the name. She glanced up at him with wide eyes, the recognition finally dawning. She had seen his images a few times on magazines. “You're Arthur Smith?” She questioned unbelievably. “Yes.” He answered a little bit cold. “Do you have any problem with that?” She shook her head, feeling a little more intense because she didn't know the person she would be getting married to would be a man who was known as the country's richest heartbreaker. Being a billionaire playboy, born into riches and then he was able to single handedly build his own technology company at the

Totally ignored! The media went crazy when a black coloured bugatti chiron halted outside the Venue. The reporters weren't closer to the venue but they were clicking photos from a distance. Everyone was taking only one name, "Is that the billionaire Neil Smiths?" "Yes, it's him!" " He became a billionaire when he was only nineteen years old!" "My god! He's here?!" "I have never seen him attending any parties except award shows!" "Is it really him?!" Omfg! It's really him"

“No, no! It’s amazing! I can’t believe you did all this by yourself!” Relief washed over her. “Really? You like it?” “Like it? I love it! How did you manage all this while I was snoozing?” He laughed, running a hand through his hair. Iris shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. “I might have gone shopping early... and maybe emptied my bank account in the process.” Carter’s smile faltered slightly. “Wait, what do you mean ‘emptied’?” “Just that I used the money I made from selling my watch. It was worth a pretty penny, but…” Her voice trailed off, a touch of uncertainty creeping in. “Now I’m broke.”

"I'll pay you a million dollars. No games." "A... a million dollars?" Iris's voice faltered. The number was staggering. Ryan leaned back, sipping his drink casually. "Yes. A million. And when the contract is over, you never have to see me again." Her mind raced. A million dollars could change everything. Her mother needed surgery, and the medical bills were suffocating her. She could finally pay off the debt and maybe even start her dream of becoming a fashion designer. But... marry a stranger? "How do I know you're serious? For all I know, you could be some psycho," she challenged.