Is Drake A Billionare Novels & Stories

By nightfall, I had signed the lease. The Mendoza Luxe dream had its first heartbeat. Back in my apartment, I spread my sketches across the floor, categorizing designs, scribbling notes, calculating costs. Materials. Tools. Branding. Suppliers. Money wasn’t a problem. Drake had made sure of that. The millions he forced into my account felt like blood money. I hated touching it. Hated needing it. But I refused to let it rot unused. If his pain paid for my future, then I’d make damn sure it was worth it.

"What? You have so much that a few thousands are pocket change." I grabbed my bag and put the money for the coffees on the table. "A lawyer and fifteen thousand dollars. Got it. After that, leave me alone. Forget that I exist." "I'm not sure about the last part but sure." I stood up and he chuckled. "You're leaving already?" "I told you, I have a business to run." He chuckled. "We can catch up with each other for old times' sake." "I don't know if you're playing dumb or if you actually are but I want nothing to do with you."

Drake sneered, "Don't bother. We tore up your copy and burned it. Your creditor changed the terms. That old interest doesn't count anymore." "You go too far!" Emin's fists clenched until his knuckles whitened. I stopped him. "32,000 dollars, then. I'll transfer it. After that, you all leave." Drake pulled out his phone. I sent the money at once. … "You're that rich?" Drake had pegged Sebastian as an easy target. He had misread him. A smirk curled across his face, and greed flared again. "I remembered wrong. 32,000 dollars is the interest for one month. Counting principal and interest, you now owe me 80,000 dollars."

She trembled and kept on murmuring the apologies but Drake just listened on. At this time, she was no longer the spoiled princess of the Sage family or the young beautiful and capable head of the Sage subsidiaries. She was just a fry before Drake Wilson, and right now, even her family depended on how well she would plead, because Drake Wilson went after the entire lineage, it was the cruel detail only a few in the upper class knew, otherwise, to everyone else, he was the smiley playboy with a to - die - for face and figure, wealth and popularity.

"Mr Draven, you've got a board meeting by 1 p.m." A tall, blonde secretary said. Damon Draven, who had been sitting with his back towards her, turned and faced her. "Oh got it, Lou," Damon said and went back to working on his laptop. Damon stared at his computer and typed away. Being a businessman who knew nothing, but business wealth, and riches, Damon had no friends. It was difficult to see him around people. Damon Draven was one of the richest billionaires in Brooklyn and one of the Top ten richest young men in the whole of America.

"Hey man, where are you? Are you not coming to work today?" his friend Mason asked Drake over the phone. 'You are already the most richest man on earth. Even your grandchildren can live comfortably with the money you earned. Now stop running and start searching for a mate Drake' Roland Hamilton's words reverberated in his head. "Drake, you still there?" Mason asked his friend. It's so unlike Drake to miss a day of work. "Ya man, I am here" Drake answered distractedly.

Drake just nodded and they walked in. There is no denying that Natasha's family is really rich. They have Fashion Lines, Hotels and resorts, and they are also engage in some business abroad. They have been rich ever since. From his grandfather's father until they inherited the wealth. Unlike them, his parents' sweat and blood were their investment to build and establish the company. That's why his mother was so angry when she found out that they might go bankrupt. They took the elevator and Drake pressed the button to his Uncle Antonio's office. They were just silent along the way, no one is talking and all that can be heard is the sound of silence.

"I already told Carla that if she handles this the way I want she'd get first dibs whenever the kids are ready to talk. Her bosses are gonna have to cough up some dough too, I'm gonna see that these kids get paid." "I've already got Whistler on the ball to sue the senator and the doctor. Their families are gonna be pissed because I mean to see that these kids are compensated heavily for all that they've been through." "Not that money can make up for this shit, but it will go a long way to getting them settled in society when they get older. Some of them are adults already and will be coming back to nothing, having to start over from scratch. And you can bet these fucks haven't been keeping u

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,