Jackson Hole Billionaires Row Novels & Stories

He clearly wasn't there to mooch off them, and showing up just to butter up Lorraine didn't make sense, either. After their first meeting, Natalie looked Rowan up out of curiosity. She didn't find much, just that he was a mysterious investor who'd been spending a lot of time in Grendale lately. In the past three months alone, he'd poured a staggering billion dollars into various projects across the city. Nearly every executive in Grendale was clamoring for a meeting with him, hoping to secure his investment and take their careers to the next level. Natalie vaguely remembered something. Recently, Rowan appeared to have been in contact with Valor Group, Jason's company. Her curiosity about him

"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.

After saying goodbye to her father, she got in the van, and they drove to one of the most famous and expensive jewelry stores in New York City. She chose Melissa Joy Manning, the place that created unique designs and the owner's daughter...she's a friend of Christine's. -What took you so long. -Carter complained as he saw Björn get out of the armored car. -I'm sorry, breakfast was fun..." Björn grimaced as much as he could smile without showing his teeth, which Carter found chilling.

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.”

"There's also the business relationship but also that,” "Wow, I'm awestruck.” *End of flashback* They arrived at the airport, the place looking quiet and empty except for a plane in the middle of the airstrip, "Wow, this looks big,” Alva gasped in a low tone. "It is owned by Jaxon's father,” She glanced at Silas, who had whispered in her ear, “He has a private airport?” “Yup, how do you like it?” "It's huge,” "Yeah… I quite agree,”