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, he clicked on another website. “ BILLIONAIRE WEDDING ENDS IN RUINS”, the headline read. He clicked on another one, “ HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR CAKE SENDS BUYER TO AN EARLY GRAVE”, he clicked on another one again, “ HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS WASTED IN SECONDS”. “ And have you seen the comment section?” Peter asked, his face glistening, “ people are practically roasting them for spending such amount of money on just a cake. Like, they've totally fallen out with the public”.

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

The question is: Why the hell is he acting like this now? My phone buzzed on the coffee table—a text from Ilay. Ilay: Dinner tonight? There is a new place and I wanted to take you there. “The other billionaire?” Chloe asked, and I nodded. “My friend, I wish I were you. I let out a frustrated groan, collapsing onto the sofa next to her. "Don't. It's not a blessing; it's a curse. One is a straightforward, handsome man who wants to take me to nice dinners and doesn't play games. The other..." I gestured wildly toward the window, "...is a brooding, emotionally constipated CEO who expresses his feelings through floral terrorism and vehicular stalking!"

When his wife Charlotte had first sought her out, she’d expected that it was a typical case of a woman scorned with too little sense to hire a Private Investigator and find out all the dirty secrets she needed—but as soon as the highflying socialite told her everything after a sworn oath of secrecy, she’d once again remembered that appearances were usually the most unwise things to go off on. After all, who would’ve predicted that a multimillionaire who owned one of America’s most popular fast-food chains, with his slicked back salt pepper hair and kind gray eyes would be stupid enough to put up a quarter of his equity shares to Brahms Foods Holdings in a stupid bet, and then go on to lose i

Not now, buddy, we have a lot of things planned out for her today. She finishes the pancakes and takes a bite out of the muffins, chewing carefully. A sliver of nerves passes through me, and I internally facepalm myself. I'm Julian Blackwood, Forbes' number one self-made billionaire, and I'm here getting nervous over my wife's reaction to my muffins. "Well… do you like it?" She looks back at me, her blank face fading away as her brilliant smile replaces it. "This is so good!," she giggles, jumping into my embrace.

This wasn't the end of it, she had given her all to Jack and this was how he was going to repay her, she didn't even see what was so special in that assistant. *** At Vivian Oscar's house Peter scrolled through his phone painfully, Regina had moved on to a better person. If he had known, he wouldn't have left her in the hospital years ago to die and now she's healthy and with the youngest billionaire in New York. "Ughhh!!" Vivian groaned as she walked into the living room, interrupting Peter's thought. " Can you believe this?" Vivian said "Believe what?" "Haven't you seen the blogs? Everyone's talking about Jack and that girl he brought to the event."

she announced with a sleek smile that blew them away. Within seconds, the media was filled with a new headline. MYSTERIOUS BUSINESS GURU OF THE QUEENS CRAFT COMPANY FINALLY REVEALS IDENTITY, PRESIDENT ASTRID EVERHART...

" Vincent and I used to go to Slyvester’s house often." "So, you've known for a long time that he's rich?" As Terban's eyes flickered towards Chaylen, he was met with a blank expression. Though the other residents of the boarding house appeared nonchalant about their new acquaintances, Terban had done some digging and found out that Vincent and Kyle were sons of billionaires and were in elite circles. In contrast, Chaylen was the secret offspring of a conglomerate and seemed indifferent to social status - a highly commendable quality. Despite this, he had unwittingly befriended Vincent, Kyle, and Slyvester without knowing their immense wealth.