Jackson Hole Billionaires Row Novels & Stories

The room practically oozed old money and corporate power. Jaxson sat in the chair right next to him, still in his bulky hockey pants and jersey, looking utterly out of place but completely unbothered. He leaned back, his long legs stretched out in front of him, tapping his fingers against the polished mahogany table. At the head of the table stood Mr. Sterling, the billionaire owner of the New York Warriors. He wasn't looking at them; he was staring at a massive television screen that was currently broadcasting a sports entertainment segment breaking down the "rink collision."

Jackson “What in the hell were you thinking?” The sound of the newspaper hitting Jackson Weathers’ desk was almost as loud as Jane’s question. Jackson looked up from his work to see a very angry woman glaring at him. “Just what in the hell were you thinking?” Jane repeated, her voice low and dangerous. She motioned to the newspaper. “Do you know how hard I have been working to change your image? And then you go and pull this shit?” Jackson glanced down at the paper to see the headline: “BILLIONAIRE PUBLIC SEX SCANDAL.” He had made front page news. Again.

Real or Fake: Billionaire Sinjin Santillan Spotted in Jewelry Store with Mystery Woman Wearing An Engagement Ring "Renowned billionaire Sinjin Santillan was recently seen at an upscale jewelry store, sparking speculation about his personal life. The business mogul, known for his high-profile investments and lavish lifestyle, was accompanied by a mystery woman who was notably wearing an engagement ring. The sighting has led to widespread rumors of a potential engagement, although Santillan has yet to make any public statement regarding his relationship status. The identity of the woman remains unknown, adding to the intrigue surrounding the event.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

Seriously. But what he said isn't impossible, just not the ground he was blabbering about. I guess he wants to hide himself because he knows he's the target of the media considering his recent dating scandal. Power indeed come at a hefty price. We climbed straight to the third floor, where the Paper Chase is, a school supply store. However, on our way, the dresses inside a store in front of Paper Chase caught my attention. It's not on the plan, but it won't hurt if I buy something for myself, right?

No, it wasn't a car, it felt more like a plane. “You have a plane?” Phoebe asked, her surprise evident in her tone as Lucas had never told her about owning an airliner before. “It's our private jet, baby. I bought it specially for this occasion.” Phoebe’s mouth formed an ‘O shape as she looked in his direction, wanting to see his face but was unable to, thanks to the blindfold tied to her eyes. She knew Lucas was a billionaire who loved to lavish money but to think he would randomly buy a private jet worth billions of dollars for a date was out of her expectations. She wanted to say something but couldn't construct the words so she kept quiet and relaxed on the plush seat as a sly smile clou

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

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.

"How do you achieve this texture?" "Secret family temperature trick," Mr. Jackson winked. Adrian walked past them, adjusting his expensive cuffs. "I will give you five million dollars to build a factory in my territory right now." Mr. Jackson blinked, clutching his coffee pitcher. He backed away slowly and found Nicole near the entrance. "These rich people are completely insane," Mr. Jackson whispered to my best friend. "Five million for a coffee shop? Your friend married into a family of crazy people." Nicole snorted and patted his shoulder. "You have no idea, Mr. Jackson. Those crazy men blow up buildings for fun."

I ask. "It's nothing." She lies once again. "Nina!" I say raising my voice a little. "Okay. Okay fine. Here." She says and hands me her phone. A website was open and so was a article. It read: New couple alert? Supermodel Sarah Jones was seen spending time with American Billionaire Karter Allan. The two were photographed at a fancy dinner and then seen leaving a club giggling and chatting. We all think they looked super cute and have amazing chemistry. Don't you think?