Kyle Rittenhouse Millionaire Novels & Stories

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

I asked and everyone, literally, everyone looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. "You don't know who Adrien Russell is?" Racheal asked and I shook my head. "You must be living in caves to not know him. He is the most handsome, single billionaire in the states. He will soon take over his father's business of restaurants and hotels all over the world." Megan explained and I stood there shocked. So the person who helped me and saved my life yesterday, was a freaking billionaire. No wonder the management of the lodge gave him so much importance. "But I highly doubt that now. Seeing that his and his family's reputation is at stake. I never knew he was such a player." Hannah sho

who planted my shares in Lia's womb, without me investing my shares it is impossible for Lia to have mila. One week passed, my status was officially divorced from Lia, and I never killed and tortured people again, now I have a son named Mananta, he is now one year old and can walk, I always think how is Lia and my child, are they still living inold house? Or maybe they have moved to a much bigger house, even now I already have my own business, to be more precise, the business from the money I asked Lia the other day. I run a furniture business and it runs smoothly.

Ria finally gave up on her phone when Kevin’s cold hand grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. “Look!” He pointed at the television. Ria watched the news and her eyes instantly widened. “Wait! Is that… Noah? Noah your teammate?!” She yelled. “Yeah..” Kevin smiled looking at her cute response. “Oh my god, you are friends with a billionaire!” She looked at Kevin and the television. “Well, He was not the billionaire when I was alive. He is the heir of his family grant business, yes. He is rich the moment he was born. I guess he expand his father’s business even further then…” Kevin explain and Ria nodded.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

His small chest rose and fell in perfect, rhythmic peace, oblivious to the war being fought for his future just thirty feet away. Richard Trent had a library of rare books, a gallery of ancestors in gold frames, and a fortune that could buy half the city. But I had the only thing in this house that actually mattered. I had the truth. And in this house of mirrors and steel, the truth was the only thing that couldn't be bought, traded, or broken. I closed my eyes and waited for Larry to come back. I knew he would. Because for the first time in his life, he wasn't fighting for a firm, a stock price, or a legacy. He was fighting for home.

“Don’t forget who you are now, Elena. Don’t let the past take that from you.” “I won’t,” she whispered. And then, the hum of an engine approaching cut through the morning air. A single black SUV came into view, headlights still on despite the growing light. It rolled to a stop just outside the estate gates, and the driver’s door opened. Killian stepped out. He didn’t look like the billionaire mogul he was. No tailored suit. No polished facade. Just a black shirt, jeans, boots. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—God, his eyes—locked on her like a lifeline.

Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance. In Las Vegas the St Patrick brothers were known as rich mean billionairs they were obscenely wealthy and ruthless. They were ruthless and deadly. Angela stood on the pedestrian lane searching for a cab it was raining outside and she wnated to go home she saw a Lamborghini approaching her at high speed, she was able to escape being hit by the auto mobile but it splattered dirt water all over her body she was so irritated and enraged

he smiled looking away from her "Nevermind about it" "I'm sorry, I lost my memory, so I don't really remember anyone" "Oh." he said in realization. "You're the son-of the-chairman's wife, right?" "Yea…how do you know?" "Nothing, just do" "You're a more horrible liar" "Ha-ha-ha" he burst out laughing and she wondered what about that was funny as she stared at the way his eyes cringed up while he laughed. "I'm a famous swimmer dumbass, and I work as an ambassador to your husband's dumb company"

“Justify his behavior all you want, Star. He’s a fucking fake.” I press my fingers into my temples. “Stop with all the snarky comments and quips, please. I can’t handle it today, okay?” She shrugs. “Quite frankly, I don’t know why you’re so cut up over this. Sure, half-a-million is a lot of money, but you guys have got five years worth of equity in your house. And Nigel does earn good money—” “Nigel has re-mortgaged our house. There’s no equity in it,” I interrupt flatly. This time her mouth drops open.