Novel & Cerita Julian Baker Billionaire

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Or any wonder that he had a sexy international model for a wife. I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing a picture of Julia. Her ads even blessed the big screens of such cities as New York City and Los Angeles. Devilishly wide hips, large breasts, and a thick ass with a sinfully skinny waste, Julia made Barnett envied by every man alive. Well, her and his wealth. Heir to the Cogsworth family fortune, he was the third richest person in the world, with control over an immeasurable fortune. They had their hands in just about everything possible.

Don't blame me, I want a little one running around the house, I know I'm too young to be a grandma but three of my friends already have a grandchild and I want to buy baby stuff and plan a wedding or something. We all thought he was going to marry Claudia Moonstone, They had been a perfect couple. Claudia is the daughter of Selena Moonstone, who happened to be my friend, her family is one of the richest in the country. She was a perfect match for Nathan. They had broken up for reasons best known to him. They could have just settled and started a family. I thought. Micheal told me he was in Los Angeles in our hotel so I decided to come see my son since he refused to come to see me at the mans

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?

My curiosity piqued, I wondered who commanded such reverence. As I craned my neck forward, I saw him. Julian Salvatore Edelman, the billionaire. His every step exuded power and control, his long strides radiating confidence. Behind him trailed Theo, his assistant. Julian's face was a masterpiece. It was perfectly carved, stoic, with thick eyebrows, a sharp jawline, and a slightly pointed nose. His broad shoulders and flawless skin completed the picture, reinforcing his reputation as the city's most handsome billionaire.

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

The waitstaff stood in a rigid, silent line near the kitchen, looking more like palace guards than servers. Sitting at the center table, looking entirely at ease despite being the only guest in a ghost town of opulence, was Julian Thorne. Julian was a creature of the financial underworld, a ruthless venture capitalist who made his billions by buying up the bad debts of desperate men and turning them into corporate leashes. He wore a bespoke navy suit, a silk handkerchief peeking from his pocket, and a smile that didn't reach his cold, calculating eyes.

"They were going to put my father in prison. I didn't have a choice. I didn't even know I was pregnant yet when I took the money—" "You took the money," Julian repeated, the warmth in his eyes dying instantly, replaced by a cold, jagged wall of ice. He let go of her waist as if she had suddenly turned into a serpent. "All this time, I thought you were the one pure thing in my life. But you were just another transaction." "Julian, wait!" But he was already turning away, his face a mask of stone. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment the Billionaire turned his back on his bride-to-be.

Elaina pushed Ava off her, sitting crossed legs on the floor. Ava mirrors her movement as they sit facing each other. "His name is Conan Pierre Leroy, he's a sex god but he's also very sweet whenever we interact, I never know what to expect but I always enjoy it" She recounted her encounters with the billionaire while her friend made googly eyes at her. Elaina claimed his name was familiar and proceeded to do a full-on FBI investigation on him, she'd not gotten over his net worth and had been cleaning her eyes out for five whole minutes.

Inside was a single cheque. **One Hundred Million Dollars.** She stared at the amount for a full ten seconds, frozen. “No,” she whispered. “This… this can’t be real.” “It is,” Thomas confirmed. “You’re the majority shareholder of SCARLET Holdings. The cheque is your personal fund. You can invest it, build with it, or use it to start fresh in any direction you choose.” Scarlet’s hands trembled. “I don’t even know what to say.” “Then don’t say anything yet,” her grandfather said kindly. “Just know this… we see you now. Not as your father’s daughter. Not as the girl who stayed quiet. But as the woman who became stronger because of it all.”