Is Joel Osteen A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Or we move to appoint Denis as the interim head of Vane Holdings." I didn’t respond. Boiling, I took long strides out of the room before I would smash someone’s head against a wall. My father had built this empire, and I had expanded it into a global titan, yet I was being held hostage by those that hadn’t labored for it in the slightest. I needed to clear my head before I broke something, or someone.

Mia flopped next to me and Ethan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. “So Rafael Moretti,” Mia started, poking my side. I groaned. I thought I had escaped this for now. “I googled him,” Ethan added. “Dude’s net worth has like ten zeros.” “Why does everyone talk about money anytime his name comes up?” “Fine. We won’t talk about money. You show up on articles, holding the hand of a billionaire and you think we’ll let it slide?” “I was going to tell you guys in person. Like normal people.”

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding. The television overhead buzzed with the latest news: “Carson Corp faces a financial crisis. Rumors suggest that Madison Carson, the now heir, may soon marry Lowe Sterling, potentially securing a partnership with Sterling Inc. No official confirmation has been made.” Mila tightened her grip on the chopsticks, her eyes betraying the coldness she felt inside. Five years had passed, and though the mall around her was more prosperous, it was still Lowe's world.

"Invested? Where?!" Jessa's knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, already dreading the answer. "In OrangeCoin.co,. The same investment your uncle Albert joined. B-But it collapsed... all the money was lost." She shut her eyes tightly, her hands balling into fists. Just last month, there had been news of a major pyramiding scam involving OrangeCoin.co. The mastermind? Her so-called godfather, uncle Albert. He had since gone into hiding after being bombarded with lawsuits from enraged investors.

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

Zara pointed a chopstick at her. “With all the work you’ve been making me do, you better prepare to give me a two-month vacation to Greece. And you’re the one sponsoring it.” Aria nearly choked on her drink. “Why would I sponsor it?” Zara lifted up her fingers. “One, you’re a billionaire now.” “I’m not a billionaire,” Aria protested. “The company just earns a few millions.” Zara ignored her. “Two, you’re my best friend. Whatever you own, I own it too.”

I decided to stroll around social media. The first news that caught my eye was from a popular blog. 'The son of the CEO of Lancaster Group Daniel Lancaster has called off his engagement to ex-fiancee Nicole Norway. News has it that he is not in a relationship with the step-sister of Nichole Lila Norway.' I scoffed and dropped my phone. Those bastards! They didn't waste time announcing it to the world, it's not like I care though, I was just glad that they were out of my life.

"That's brilliant! But acquiring Yvestone Co. won't be cheap. At the very least, we're talking one billion civis. We don't have that kind of money right now." Joanna smiled slightly. "Leave the money to me. You just focus on making the acquisition happen." "A billion civis, and you'll handle it?" Elliot gawked at her in disbelief. "What's your plan? Getting investors? A bank loan?" What Elliot didn't know—and couldn't possibly guess—was that Joanna owned the most prosperous pedestrian street in Clementson City. Not just Elliot—no one could easily uncover this fact. Long before the street had passed into her grandmother Vivian's hand, it had already been placed in an overseas trust fund.