Jackson Hole Billionaires Row Novels & Stories

Jackson said, his voice low and gentle this time, perhaps because of Rowan. Fiona took the check from him and verified the amount he wanted to compensate her with. Ten million dollars. That would really go a long way for her and Rowan, Fiona thought. She stared down at Rowan, then back to the check in her hand. If she had ever been told that she would be a single mother, she would have denied it, but here she was already a single mom at twenty-eight years old. She raised her head to meet Jackson’s cold gaze. She shook her head with a mocking grin, then squeezed the check and slammed it against Jackson's face.

He looked away. The gala venue was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, and golden lights bathed the room in a soft, dreamlike glow. Damian introduced her to a few of his acquaintances — Gregory Thorne, a luxury yacht mogul; Nadia Velasquez, CEO of a fashion empire; and Alden Ko, a real estate tycoon in Singapore. Eventually, Aria stepped away, giving him room to talk business. She wandered with a glass of champagne in hand, observing the opulence.

Once the Langley family became powerful, it would save him a lot of trouble in the future. Meanwhile, the others were in a room on the villa’s second floor. “What? Skyler Rowles is the richest man in Hattan?” David asked in surprise. David had thought the name Skyler Rowles sounded familiar, so Simone suggested they look him up online. A quick search revealed that Skyler was the wealthiest person in Hattan, with a net worth of almost 100 billion dollars. What kind of person could even reach that level? In the news and on the lists online, the focus was usually on the one who was the richest in Lovellia, while the other names barely got noticed.

The other was offering to protect it. And she had no idea which one would ultimately own it. Meanwhile, Ethan stared at the financial report. At the bottom of the document was a name he didn't recognize. A private company. Blackridge Holdings. The same company had been secretly receiving money from his mother's account. Ethan's phone suddenly rang. Unknown number. He answered. "Hello?" A man's voice whispered, "If you keep investigating, Ethan, you'll discover why Mia was never supposed to become your wife." Ethan's eyes narrowed.

Matthew Dawnson, a billionaire tycoon. Marilyn, who suggested the venue, assured me that Matthew's house in Seattle was the ideal location for the type of party I have envisioned. As it turns out, she was absolutely correct. The mansion occupied a vast expanse of land that seemed to extend infinitely, bordered by the tranquil waterfront of Kirkland lagoon.

The tension between them softened, replaced by something deeper—admiration, awe. “Wait…” Jake’s eyes widened. “Is the millionaire the owner?” Robert smiled faintly. “No, son. The project belongs to a young man named Ronald Williams, a billionaire. He’s the son of Richard William.” Jake’s grin spread slowly. “A billionaire? Wow! Dad, you’re getting bigger. Very soon… you’ll be up there with the millionaires like Mr Richard Blake.” Robert chuckled, the weariness in his face giving way to pride. “Yes, son.”

“Let's go.” Alice followed Jackson. As soon as they came to the garden, the evening breeze hit pretty well. It had been so long since he enjoyed it. After Alisha ran away, he hadn’t left his office for three days, focused entirely on finding any piece of information he could get, not wanting to miss a thing. So, this seemed like a soothing and calm feeling, when the soft breeze hit him with its coolness. “You are a billionaire?” Jackson started the conversation. “Yes. Did Rish tell you?”

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

Oliver Ashford, who had been quiet, said, "Ethan, if our children marry, can we merge? Blackwood-Ashford Flower Hotels? Hotels with roses in every room?" Ethan: "No merger. My wife's flowers are not for hotels. They are for love. But... we can have coffee. At Shoreditch. £3 latte. You pay. Because you are £90B and you can afford £3." And so, at 9 p.m., in penthouse on Billionaires' Row, two rival billionaires who hated each other for 20 years drank £3 Shoreditch coffee that James fetched in rain, ate instant noodles, and agreed to not merge, but to tolerate each other for their children who met over half cookie and coffee spill.

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.