Jackson Hole Billionaires Row Novels & Stories

Ashley’s POV I woke up and didn’t see Duke on the bed, he wasn’t in the bathroom, or even in the house. That was when I remembered him telling me to turn on the TV in the morning. “My name is Daniela Austin, and today I’ve got some big and surprising news for you all. As of yesterday, we knew Santiago Alberto is the CEO of the Apex Silver Company, well, today, the real CEO of that company just revealed himself. His name is Duke Vandercage.”

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

I was, of course, in the number one spot and have been there for the longest time now. "There's an invitation from Adrian Whitmore to an auction happening tomorrow night in Crescent Harbor," Rowan said. "We can leave tonight and arrive in five hours. That gives us time to see what's happening and keep an eye on Evelyn Bennett." “Still, have you considered that there might be something else?” I asked quietly. “Yes,” Rowan nodded, giving me his impatient glare. “But Crescent Harbor is filled with corporate families and working-class people. There’s no mafia presence there, and it’s no fucking coincidence that these men are heading there.”

“Though I doubt that’s the kind of attention you want.” Or maybe, I thought, it wasn’t Julian standing next to her that bothered him— but the fact that it wasn’t him. “Tonight’s summit brings together leaders across industries,” Fiona continued smoothly, her voice carrying across the room. “Many of whom are multi-disciplinary talents…” She turned slightly, gesturing toward Julian. “Like Julian Hawthorne—former professional hockey player, now one of the youngest billionaires on the Forbes list, and the largest sponsor of this summit.” A ripple of quiet admiration moved through the crowd.

Philip was stunned. ‘This friend is sitting right next to you. It’s your husband.’ “Oh, in due time. He’s overseas.” Philip smiled awkwardly and said. Wynn nodded and did not say anything. The Riverdale business dinner party would be held in the presidential banquet hall of Shangri-La Hotel tonight. All of the top 100 well-known leaders in different industries would be there. All of the rich and famous entrepreneurs of the pharmaceutical industry from Riverdale would be at the party tonight. All of them had net worths of over 100 million.

“I got it, I got it!” Tristan, the bald man, bowed respectfully once more. “I’ll be sure to treat Master York here kindly.” Tristan pretended to act like a clown, as if he was terrified of Harvey. Everyone was roaring with laughter. Of course, they weren’t laughing at Tristan, but at Harvey. “Master York! Since you have fifteen billion dollars lying around, you’re definitely the wealthiest man in Buckwood.” Hugh stepped forward, holding a glass of red wine. “I came to Buckwood because the Baker family is preparing to make an investment here.”

An entertainment channel that featured billionaires and top important people in the country had carried the news. It read: 'Jason Pierce, son of Jackson Pierce, a billionaire is said to be in Bana. A small town where everybody knew everyone, he was seen in Mary's Eatery early this morning having a hot chocolate and a snack.' Daniel jumped from the bed after reading the news, a picture of Jason, smiling was attached to the news article. His phone rang at the same hour, the call he dreaded picking was the same one calling. He picked up after the third ring after hesitating.

Jackson smiled, turning around and leaning his back against the stone railing to look at his Queen. "And how are our assets looking?" "Net worth?" Jackson mused, pretending to calculate. "Trillions in offshore accounts. Real estate on three continents. A private army. And the most advanced technological monopoly the world has ever seen." He raised his hand and gently stroked her face, tucking a loose blonde curl behind her ear. "But those are just numbers, Serenity," Jackson’s dark eyes locked onto hers with the same fierce, all-consuming passion that had drawn her to him all those years ago.

I had worked enough for one day. *** The moment Neo appeared in front of me, I blinked away the tears in my eyes, pretended like I was completely fine. "Is the place empty?" I asked him. He nodded. "Another person has rented the place for the night. But well, the person paid a half payment." "Does that mean I can go in?" I asked further. "Yes, you don't have to worry about any crowd." I gave him a curt nod, and walked into the restaurant. One thing about being a billionaire, and a bit of a celebrity was, I was hardly able to go into restaurants without being attacked by people's attention. I used to like it, but not anymore. I just wanted a private life.

Education: Completed two specialized executive programs at a prestigious London school during that time, focusing on international law and logistics. Assets: Purchased the Billionaire's Row unit (Unit 88A) six months ago. Purchased outright, no financing. The source of funds is traceable to a legitimate, substantial salary and bonuses earned overseas. Affiliations: No known romantic relationships. Her only regular contact is a childhood friend, Vera Harrison (Senior Marketing Executive at TechCorp), who handled the retrieval of her belongings six years ago. I sat back, stunned. Zurich. London. Director of Corporate Strategy. She didn't just crawl into a hole; she built an entirely new life,