Jackson Hole Billionaires Row Novels & Stories

With Rowan alive, that meant Natalie was never going to look back. The thought alone made Jason furrow his brows even more deeply. "We're heading back to Velmont. He's bound to make a move," Jason said. The recent actions of RN Group were undoubtedly tied to Rowan. And there was Mattel Group as well. He wouldn't be able to just sit idly by. … Back at the gala, the family of four had become the center of attention. The mood was particularly festive and full of cheer, with the most anticipated event of the evening—the lucky draw segment—still to come.

"Well... It's not like we have the capital for that. My father was into gambling. He lost quite a lot of money, and when he died, my mother got stuck with all his debts. It's been hard. We are still opening the store because we have got some loyal Chinese customers from way back. They have been very supportive. Honestly, they are the only thing keeping this place running." "Do you make much profit here?" I asked. Drew chuckled, his shoulders shaking even though I couldn’t see his face fully. "You a businessman or something?" he asked. Harry looked over at me and smirked. I didn’t see what was so funny about it. "Yeah, I am. My name is Jackson Reign. I am the CEO of Lilith Corp, an MNC based

Her brow furrowed, then she sighed and pushed the tablet towards Jack. It was a new post from Hailey. A selfie of her pouting at the camera, a designer shopping bag in each hand. The caption read: "Soooo bored in NYC! My big sis and bro-in-law flew off to Zurich on their private jet to do some super important business stuff! So jealous! ✈️💰 #CEOLife #BillionaireFamily #SwissSecrets". Jack stared at the post. A normal person would see an air-headed rich girl's harmless bragging. Jack, however, saw an unintentional signal flare fired directly into the enemy's camp. David, wherever he was hiding, would be watching Hailey. He would see this.

A smirk played on Logan's lips as he rise from his seat and leave the dining hall. After breakfast, I stepped out of the mansion. A cluster of paparazzi had gathered just outside, their cameras flashing like fireflies in the early light. They danced around with an almost choreographed precision, vying for the perfect shot of “the billionaire’s new wife.” Their presence was both overwhelming and strangely mesmerizing, as they performed their routine with a kind of loveliness in front of the eager crowd. I took a deep breath, forcing a confident smile before entering the sleek, black car waiting at the curb.

The thought of both of them smiling at each other, holding their hands as they said their vows before thousands of equally rich people… I didn’t even belong there. If a billionaire was fucking getting married, there was no way I would belong among the crowd of people that would be invited. It was a fucking island, the only way anyone would be able to reach an island would be to use a fucking helicopter, and I doubted Benjamin would invite anyone who didn’t own one. I could imagine them just taking a sip of some expensive wine, the name in some French cursive that was too long to pronounce, their eyes skittering across my outfit that was my best to pass of anywhere, judging me.

"I do but having so much quality time with you is great. When we get home, we'll be busy with work and other things." He hummed. "We live in the same house so, there will be plenty of time for us to spend in private." I sighed, dreading his momentary cluelessness. "As expected, you don't understand. Anyway, who arranged this honeymoon?" "Mrs. Brookes." "She's quite grand, isn't she?" He nodded. "We've had a good time. I'll give her a bonus when we get back." "She deserves it," I said with a laugh.

Ava sat perched on the edge of a plush armchair, feeling incredibly out of place amidst the opulent surroundings. Robert Reynolds, his presence imposing in his well-tailored suit, gestured for Jackson to take a seat. "So," he began, his voice a low rumble, "tell me, Jackson, why are you here with… your wife?" Jackson's jaw tightened. "It's a long story," he began, then glanced at Ava with a look that seemed to plead for her understanding. Taking a deep breath, he launched into a condensed version of their Las Vegas encounter, the subsequent media frenzy, and Bianca's power play at the gala.

--- Sterling Inc Headquarters: CEO’s Office Lowe sat in the shadows of his office, the only light spilling in from the cityscape outside. His fingers traced the edge of a small red box on his desk, the diamond ring inside reflecting the cold light. It was a symbol of a past he wanted to erase, a reminder of a time when things had been different, before everything had fallen apart. His sharp profile, silhouetted in the dim light, was devoid of warmth. Mark, his assistant, stood nervously before him. “Sir,” he said hesitantly, “there’s a message from the prison... Miss Mila wants to see you.”

She had delivered this thought to her mind, to make sense out of all she had said. She removed the paper from her bag which she had written the address. It was similar and her expression was awe. It didn't seem quite true to her because many things ran through her head. Isabella thought about how he could afford this luxurious house and the thoughts of what he had always done to sustain a living. She had probably thought that it broke his way through the living. She picked up the phone from her bag and put a call across to him. Jasmine sat on the bed, smoking heavily and drinking liquor. Three empty bottles laid bare on the floor. He had been drinking and smoking since he left the burial.

husky chuckles came from the man, who said we were already at the bar. And lastly, the unfortunate guy with a brief around his grip glared at me and cursed, F*ck.” Yes. Everything started when I agreed to live in the same house with these five billionaires.