Jackson Hole Billionaires Row の小説・ストーリー

But the ache in my chest called me a liar. My phone buzzed in my apron, snapping me out of it. A text from Jake: Check TMZ. You’re fucking famous. My stomach plummeted. I slipped into the break room, hands trembling as I pulled up the app. The headline hit like a punch: Mystery Billionaire Drops $100K on Necklace at Greenwich Charity Auction—Who’s His New Flame? The article was pure TMZ gossip: “Last night at the swanky Greenwich Country Club, tech billionaire Justin Drake made waves with a $100,000 bid on a sapphire necklace for a mystery woman in an emerald gown. Insiders caught him getting cozy with her on the balcony, but who’s she? A new lover or just a passing spark? Stay tuned!”

Mr Barnes said excitedly, pulling him to a hug. “Glad to be here, sir.” Rowan smiled. “Mr Ade, meet Rowan. One of the youngest billionaires in the city.” Mr Barnes introduced. “Nice to meet you.” Mr Ade offered his hand for a shake, which Rowan accepted. “We will talk later. Myself and Rowan have something very important to talk about.” Mr Barnes said, Ade nodded politely and excused himself. “I see you’ve brought a date. A beautiful one at that.” Mr Barnes commented, staring at Vivian talking to Peter.

Evan and Rowan took over campus deliveries and checked in on me now and then. Jane George carried on with her life, finally coming to terms with her sister’s death. I heard she visited Jake in prison just to curse him the fuck out. You get what I mean? I reached out to her to apologize about Kat and say my condolences. But instead, she thanked me. I managed the bookstore while Dad went to work. One afternoon, I sat scrolling through my phone. Then I saw a headline that caught my eye: Hayden Dylan Lands Spot on Forbes’ Elite 10 Most Eligible Billionaire Bachelors

There was nothing I could do. Fighting or trying to escape would only put me at unnecessary risk. The sun was beginning to break over the horizon, and my body was already showing signs of exhaustion from all the stress I had been forced to endure. I forced myself to stay awake, watching the path the car followed. Gradually, we moved away from central London, heading toward the upscale suburbs. Mansions of various styles appeared until we entered the famous Billionaires' Row. That place was known for its top-level security, as well as guaranteeing the privacy of its residents.

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

Never for once had the billionaire witnessed Brian’s troubles, even only a handful knew Fanny had on insane son, and he was glad over the falls the meetings were hosted he had not recorded any emergency, perpetrated by Brian. So this day the meeting opened with the first fall. All over the compound and field of Fanny’s mansion seemed as if he was into sales of fleets of cars; expensive luxury cars for that matter. A few of the billionaires grazed the occasion in their private jets. The Rio Hondos had often seized such time to have a glimpse of wealth with their eyes and it was recorded that such meeting had never been witnessed in the whole of counties in Texas. In such day the Rio Hondos al

“Wow. Two billionaires. I met two billionaires today. No one is going to believe me.” Nathan chuckled. “And you haven’t even seen the entire guest list,” he told her. “What is there a trillionaire that’s coming as well?” She winked at him. “Or maybe some famous actor or band?” “You don’t recognize the band now?” Nathan asked, motioning to the stage where musicians sang holiday songs. Holly frowned, taking a step toward the music. Then her eyes went wide. “Is that really the Tones?” “When you have three billionaires in attendance, you tend to get good music,” Nathan told her. He enjoyed watching her reaction as she realized it was the famous rock group. Later, they would play their own music.

The whole scenario felt so surreal to her, she could not understand why Fredrick Renolds who happened to be the wealthiest man in West Hartford would want her as his daughter in-law. She had never met him in person before now, she just met his son about an hour ago at the parking lot where she had gone to bring in some things needed by the catering unit. “You don’t have to give me a reply now… this is my card, I would be waiting to hear your decision.” The man said, handing her a business card with an address on it. Parkview estate, one of the places in West Hartford, a pauper like Raya could only dream of visiting. Raya took the card from him.

Celine was surprised to see that Sebastian lived in one of the suites at his New York City flagship hotel and not some fancy penthouse in Midtown Manhattan on Billionaire Row. She was even more astonished to see the décor was warm and colorful and that his home was a modest fifteen hundred square feet with two bedrooms and an office. The only perk she saw befitting his wealth was the view. All the outward-facing walls were floor-to-ceiling windows and had a spectacular view of Central Park which was particularly colorful this time of year.

The both exchange contact and date for half a year until they decided to marry. Jackson begin to earn again. His one million salary was being split per month he save 50 million while the other 50 million was being transfered to his wife. So his savings plus bunos are totalled more than 19 billion. "19 billion I think" "Wow are you sure, you can buy another company and a house with that amount" "Honey,there's no need to buy another company, my boss given me a present, it is one of his company, it is located in North Vale, When I get back there I will settle everything and Lance can manage both of the company"