Is Drake A Billionare Novels & Stories

“Veronica, it’s impossible for us to give you 10 million, but after speaking with Dad, we decided this is the most we can give you. In exchange, surrender to us your takeout platform and take your foster parents out of Bloomstead along with you.” Tiffany complacently gazed at Veronica as she placed a check before the latter. Veronica took a glimpse at the check and saw an amount of one million. She slowly lifted her eyes and shot Tiffany a resentful glare before turning to Rachel with a cold grin. “Thinking to ‘purchase’ the position of Young Mistress of the Kingses with just one million? Props to you and your calculativeness, business women.” “Oh, won’t you ever be grateful? It’d take more

"Her father. And mine. There are things I hadn't realized until now. Things I'd thought were long buried." She advanced toward him. "What sort of things?" He leaned forward to her, his own eyes tired. "Investments. Silent partners. A deal made years ago—years before the foundation ever existed. My father was a party to some of Gregory Lane's original tax infractions. For it, he was given a stake in one of their private holding companies. It's how he maintained the Bennett name respectable during the financial crisis." Elena looked at him. "Your father was conducting business with hers?"

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

The thugs, poised and ready, looked like they were about to spring into action at any moment. "That guy owes us so much money. If he dies, who will we get it from? From you?" Drake sneered dismissively. Frederick remained calm and composed. "He owes you twenty million, correct? I'll give you thirty million." At these words, Drake and his men were momentarily stunned. "Are you serious? Don't think you can just trick us with this little game! Do you think we're fools living on the streets?" Drake's skepticism was evident.

Drake answered. “Not that much? Then why is it a problem?” I groaned underneath my throat. “It’s $20 million,” Caled shrugged then took the utensils propped on the table. “It’s that much, Drake. Don’t take it as some kind of joke.” “What the hell…” I mumbled. “How come? So this is like… my mother sold herself to your father?”

I’m so grateful for dad that he finally saw what I’m capable of. Finally, I can be rich. I am rich from my own hardwork, sweat, and tears. I can finally be a billionaire. Finally…I can make my promise to that young girl when I was seven—that I will marry her, no matter what. I’ve ordered a doughnut and a cup of cappuccino. Fifteen minutes have passed and my half-brother, Derrick, hasn’t yet arrived. It’s quite cloudy; it’s drizzling outside to be honest.

go inside the hole. I closed the fridge and walked out of the office, I entered the office beside the first one I came out from. I rolled the rug away, revealing a round metallic cover, fixed to the ground. I took a knife which was on the table and hit the container, and it opened on its own accord. I returned the knife back to the table, it wasn't an ordinary knife, it's a knife I made myself. I walked into the opening and took the ladder till I came down into a well furnished apartments. I clapped my hands and the metallic cover closed up. "It feels good to be back", I said looking around. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Drake, a guys obsessed with wealth, power and techn

My heart is beating rapidly. And that's when I realize it even more. That I really like him. "The deal is crazy," Drake says on the phone. I flop myself on the couch in my living room as I listen to him tattling about his work. "I mean, it literally makes billions of dollars in such a short period of time." I laugh, taking into account how he sounds so excited. Billions of dollars? That doesn't sound strange in the oil industry he's working at. "You sound happy," I say, smiling.

The three girls laughed. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Drake and King entered the event hall, dressed in black suits respectively. King felt happy about this because he saw it as an opportunity to meet other higher Billionaires. Maybe he would be able to have some of them invest in his company and make him rich once more. They received the invitation a few days ago. Drake didn't want to attend because of his present situation. He was unhappy about his plans not working but since his father had managed to persuade him, he had no choice but to come.