Novel & Cerita Is Adele A Billionaire

He looked up at the tense hall and swallowed an urgent gulp: "Miss Adela William's bid is two hundred billion dollars, the gross profit is three hundred billion dollars! Thus, the winning bid belongs to Earl William's family! Congratulations!" Adela calmly showed a gentle smile. Earl John William next to him looked at Adela with stunned eyes. After the earl's shock, there was joy in his eyes. His hand gripped Adela's small hand, squeezing it happily. "Good job, my daughter!" After saying that, Count John William stood up and hugged his beloved daughter tightly in his arms. Adela immediately stood up, receiving a standing ovation from the hall. She smiles very brightly, and her facial express

I asked and everyone, literally, everyone looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. “You don’t know who Adrien Russell is?” Racheal asked and I shook my head. “You must be living in caves to not know him. He is the most handsome, single billionaire in the states. He will soon take over his father’s business of restaurants and hotels all over the world.” Megan explained and I stood there shocked. So the person who helped me and saved my life yesterday, was a freaking billionaire. No wonder the management of the lodge gave him so much importance. “But I highly doubt that now. Seeing that his and his family's reputation is at stake. I never knew he was such a player.” Hannah sho

Damn, if one morning of freedom could do that for her then I would see that it never changed. "We're going shopping again today love, you need clothes and stuff." "That's too much, after yesterday." She pulled away and fussed with her seat belt. "Ashley, do you have any idea how much I'm worth?" She shook her head no, and how refreshing was that? Shit any of the females of my past acquaintance would sell an ovary for the chance to go shopping on Gideon Thorpe's dime. "I'm worth more than you can spend in ten lifetimes so I don't want you worrying about that stuff okay?"

On stage stood Derick Lingard, popularly known as De.King—the billionaire celebrity singer and heir of the Lingard family, the most powerful and wealthiest family in all of New City. His name alone carried weight. De.King had the widest fan base in the music industry, both in New City and across the world. His voice was said to melt one's hearts, to heal wounds, to make people fall in love with someone they would never touch. Tonight was the De.King Arena Concert.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

" There's a pause and I take that as my cue to speak. "Of course I'll do it," I say in an excited tone. Oh my God Ro, you don't know what you've done for me, I really need the money". She laughs at me, how can you need money, you are married to a freaking Billionaire, do you even know what that means?. Not a millionaire but a freaking billionaire. You should be swimming in money my love. I laughed at her statement. "It's not as it seems Rosie, I might be married to him but I don't own his money".

The thousands of dollars she needed for her mother were replaced by Altezza with a figure twice as much, and now he was asking for double the repayment, meaning Adaline had to prepare four times the amount of the initial loan. Okay, if she could repay the initial loan that Altezza gave her—of course, with Joanna's help—after all, she had only used a quarter of the money. And Joanna promised to help her repay the money to Altezza. But if it's tens of thousands of dollars, does Joanna have that? Adaline knew Joanna was wealthy, and her job as a model certainly paid well. But Adaline also knew that most of her friend's wealth consisted of properties and jewelry.

I thought. As I tried to straighten up my hands to call for him to help me but was held by a hand that drew me backwards… Then I managed to raise my face if I could see the person. It's Brenda. Brenda expressed her frustration and concern for me. She has urged me severally to leave Mark, whom she deemed wicked and undeserving. Mark Adrian is my husband and one of the richest CEOs who owns a company. When I got married to Mark Adrian in exchange for the money my parents owed his father during their business contract before my parents died in a motor accident years ago.

He was familiar with the past. He was familiar with Greg's reputation. The one the world couldn't get enough of. The ruthless billionaire. The man who never stayed too long with anybody. The one who had it all, but never really cared about being close to anyone. That image had long been embraced by Greg years ago. It was easier. There were no expectations held for him. No promises. No vulnerability. No explanations. He had made a few errors. More than he could have cared for. He used to believe that success would take the place of anything else.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?