Is Adele A Billionaire Novels & Stories

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."

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.

In that case, she would be satisfied and happy because she hated him. Adele pursed her lips, pulled away Isaac's arm and leaned aside. "Oh? Will you feel unhappy? I thought that only poor people like me would be unhappy. Isn't it said that rich people can buy everything in this world with money? You're so rich, but you're unhappy. This is really... strange!"

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

“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.

Leaving My Heart Behind Ecca's POV I adjusted my blazer again and looked at the big clock in the lobby. The room was busy with important business people talking, fancy lights hanging from the ceiling, and glasses making soft noises now and then. Tonight marked the 20th anniversary of Atlas Corporation, a day I had hoped to celebrate as Markos' wife, not just his secretary. Five years ago, I was Ecca Beaumont, the heiress to the Beaumont fortune, married to a man I thought loved me more than anything.

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

“No, we’re done. We need rest, okay? You can’t keep parading us around. I have a company to run. You’re making me feel like a celebrity.” “You are a celebrity,” Adam retorted while stressing on the last word. “You are the celebrity. The celebrity. You’re making me repeat myself multiple times. One of the most talked about billionaires in the country right now. Your marriage, the deaths that you’ve escaped. Do you know that you are the only billionaire who has had more death escapes than any other billionaire?” I laughed. “It’s a surprise they haven’t caught up to him yet.” Callum looked at me with a death stare before looking back at Adam.

“They heard ‘billionaire’ and grabbed an oar.” She ignores me, scrolling. “Listen to this. *‘Sources suggest the label’s breakout talent has been quietly financed by a single ultra‑wealthy backer, leading some to speculate she might be less self‑made than her image suggests.’*” “Cute,” I say. “What else?” She swipes to another tab. “This one’s worse. *‘Whispers in the industry hint that the siren of heartbreak might be the kept woman of a European magnate, her career curated and bankrolled in exchange for…private performances.’*”

ADELE I stared at the lady sitting not very far away from me and my lips twitched. She really is beautiful. No wonder Chris was in love with her. And her poise is another thing, she carries herself in a way I wouldn't. So elegant and affluent. "Four million dollars", I heard another voice say I turned away from Bianca's direction. An older lady is holding her placard up as she just said that. "Five million dollars", Chris said as he raised our bidder card up and a smile crept onto my face.