Is Billie Eilish A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Seriously, this guy was a billionaire, and he couldn’t afford a lifetime subscription to a streaming service? Elijah freaking Dawson—Asia’s youngest billionaire, who built his empire before most people even graduated college. At 17, he made his first million, and by 20, he hit his first billion. His company dominated the market with high-end car parts and luxury vehicles. Every big name in the industry wanted a piece of what he was selling. The guy practically breathed money, and yet, here I was, staring at an expired subscription. Annoyed, I climbed the stairs and knocked on Elijah’s door. No response. I knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing. “Figures,” I muttered, twisting the doo

“A billion, Mom. Not a hundred million. A billion. I mean, who even throws that kind of number out casually like that?” Elise walked to the plush chair by his desk and sat down slowly, processing the weight of what her son had just said. She had never, in all her years of scheming and plotting behind the scenes, personally earned or handled anything close to a billion dollars. The number felt surreal. But she couldn’t let Lucas spiral. Not now. If they both panicked, they were done for.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

She asked herself and Travis’s gaze darted to her. “Alison, they are also billionaires and the organizers are in need of fund to promote whatever course they're interested in, so they don't mind having anybody on board.” He explained with a small smile. “Raquel's dad has so much money, the elite men too, and your ex-husband they are all billionaires and that's what really matters.” Alison's expression turned guarded as she looked around, trying to ensure that she was not being watched. “Doesn't it bother the organizers that the whole money is from illegal dealings?”

“Yes, dad.” “Alright. Love you, sweetheart.” “Love you dad.” I was on my way to the office and in a giddy mood. Molly Renee, who was proficient with the whole social media thing, had effortlessly integrated our products into her everyday content creation. This had brought new eyes on us and skyrocketed profit. Jesse had sent me an email just that morning. I'd heard nothing from the board so far. They were probably hanging their heads in shame. But like dad said, I was sure they would come knocking.

Of course I should have known he wasn't going to let go easily, he is a billionaire for heavens sake, all he had to do was make a few calls and I was banned from leaving the country, The worst part was he wanted custody for my son, I knew I didnt have enough money to hire good lawyers, fighting with him was just a losing battle, for now, I had to play nice until we agreed I could take Max back home with me. "Keith Dear, what is it that you do exactly?" His mom asked driving me out of my thoughts "I am an artist actually, after max was born, I couldnt manage taking care of him and going to my professional work so I just focused on my paintings" I explained as I continued to wash the fruits "W

and raised my eyebrows while combing my hair. "By the way, we will have parties due to his new launch building in New York, you're invited" I was about to vomit. "Why so sudden?" The truth is I don't want to see that man, I don't care if he is the CEO, according to my research he is a womanizer and I don't give a damn. "Please join me once boo" she pleaded, and I ended up agreeing. This girl is my happy pill, I think a secret ultimate crush.

Jocelyn’s POV Her phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb?

I could swear she was lying. “ Who isn’t? I am a billionaire; my inheritance never stops growing," I announced proudly, puffing out my chest. She seemed somewhat mocking, but didn’t show anything. “ Still, not all the money in the world has made any woman stay by my side with this face," I thought victoriously, knowing she wouldn't be able to endure it.