Jared Smith Billionaire Novels & Stories

Joey felt that Javier would not dare do that and she did not think he would win this bet either. Who was Jared? He was the heir of North-Griffin Inc! Cold, hard reality proved her wrong in an instant. Jared sprang up with a look of shock on his face. “What? My 22.5-million-dollar investment went down the drain?!” Joey could not hear what the man on the other end of the line said, but she could see Jared’s expression and hear what he said. She simply thought that Javier might have just gotten lucky.

His age is just a number proving to them anything is possible as long as you want them to. Jared has three kids in five years and Samantha is pregnant again and that includes the surprise in this trip. They can't get enough of their hands with each other having a kid with few intervals. His firstborn was a smart but quiet kid. He can easily get people to stop and rethink before talking again. They were all busy preparing for this trip unknowingly Axel and Jay's family were already in Italy. Jay won the battle for his inheritance making him the youngest billionaire and business icon. Managing his business is like a normal thing to him.

She trembled and said with extreme inferiority, "Missus Smith…you…you're here." "Don't talk to me!" Zayn's mother felt disgusted. She was not a difficult person, and she also was not a fussy old woman. However, her son was only in his early thirties that year. Her son was in charge of the large Smith Group. Although the Smith Group was not as huge as the Ford Group and it could not even be compared to the Conor Group, her son still had a net worth of three billion dollars. With such net worth and appearance like her son's, he could have his pick of women. His legs were once broken and he had once been crippled for a few years, but were those not in the past already? He would have gotten any

“I'm Jordan Smith — no middle name because my mother thought it was more iconic. I am the CEO of Smith enterprises and I'm the second child of Antonia Smith. If there's more you need to know, I guess you could always ask.” Smith enterprises… That name rings a bell but I don't know where. Either way, something tells me he's extremely wealthy and could be the answer to my prayers. With him, I could get my mother the best treatment, with him I don't have to work a day in my life again, never have to worry about where and how the next meal will come. I can focus on one day owning a bookstore and running it. I can— “So, what do you say?”

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

They tried to send me to jail instead of throwing me a graduation party and that was enough for me. Nevertheless, the last two years in college for me, my family and I still weren't speaking to each other. I met and dated Jared Brooks. He was from a wealthy old family in Philadelphia. They owned a chain of jewelry stores in the Pennsylvania, Maryland and Virginia area. In addition, they own and operate a very successful construction company in the DMV area. He had movie star looks. The girls were chasing after him, but he wanted me. He was a fine **** white boy. He looked like Brad Pitt and could definitely give Brad Pitt a run for his money.

"I shouldn't be surprised. A financial company of this size naturally has a lot of capital. Moreover, his wealth is listed in the top twenty billionaires worldwide." Jasmine smiled broadly. "So, you shouldn't be sad about your incident. Look at it from the positive side. You're now Mrs. Otis Haworth, the billionaire. I'm sure you'll get a lot of monthly money and other benefits." “Brad is also a billionaire,” I teased. Jasmine rolled her eyes. “We're talking about you, not me.” She smiled. "By the way, aren't you angry with me?" I looked at her intently. "I kept my marriage to Otis a secret."

She gave Jessica one last look before leaving. “Don’t you think two hundred thousand is too much for the fifty bucks I stole?” Jessica asked. “Fifty bucks? You stole fifty bucks?” I stared at her. “Jessica, what happened to you?” “Not everyone marries a billionaire, sister. Some of us end up with Peter Johnson.” What? “You’re married to Peter Johnson?” She nodded. “Yes. The one you were supposed to marry. We even have a child.” “You have a child?” Just how much had changed?