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This man, one of the most well-known multi-billionaires was sitting here, munching sweets like it was normal, and offering me a job like it was nothing. Did billionaires behave like this? Weren’t they supposed to be serious, hard to approach, hidden in offices with assistants doing all the talking? Why was this one following me around convenience stores and stealing my food? Billionaires. He was such a contradiction I wasn’t sure if he was real. “These noodles are good!” he exclaimed suddenly, dragging me back to reality. “That is my food!” I snapped, staring at him in betrayal. My noodles. My last comfort of the day. Meanwhile, the plastic wrappers of his sweets were already empty, abandone

“ Ha ha ha ! Well , I hope you enjoy the chocolate . “ said Aron . She had already opened the chocolate and was eating it . “ Oh my………..this chocolate is superb . This is the best chocolate that I have ever eaten . What kind of mark is this chocolate ? “ said Ayla looking at the sheet on the chocolate . “ It’s a very expensive chocolate . A pack of those chocolates costs two hundred thousand dollars . “ said Aron making Ayla cough . She looked at the chocolate with a terrified expression . “ Are you telling me this chocolate is that expensive ?!!!…..Are you kidding me ? “ asked Ayla with a frozen expression . “ Your reaction is really funny . “ said Aron laughing . “ My family would be able

You know, I'm pretty sure there are lots of people like me, who think the good old times were better when one could just sit and enjoy a good book rather than feeding our brains with all these filth the world cooks up these days. There are real and pressing issues to write about, things that really affect the public. So who cares if a celebrity has gotten a new car? Or if the Morrocan Prince is getting married to some Greek Princess? Who cares about the top ten hottest billionaires in America?" I asked, reading that last part from the cover of the magazine Wilma had with her, where a good-looking man posed seductively with his shirt all opened up, revealing his six packs. "Uhhh, I do. Plus,

Instead, he walked over to a nearby table, picked up a stack of newspaper clippings, and tossed them onto the bed. With shaking hands, Lyla picked up the clippings and began to read. Each one was an obituary of a European billionaire who had died in an "accident." Without exception, each obituary mentioned a beautiful, young widow who inherited a massive fortune after her husband's death.

Her questioning frown made Brian elaborate, “He is loaded, sis, among the top five youngest billionaires and successful CEOs. His face is all over the business magazines.” Of course, after the billionaire bit, almost everyone was interested in knowing more. For instance, how Alicia met him. Jonathan, on the other hand, racked his brain. That name sounded familiar. His eyes widened as it hit him. “You bought one of my properties,” he accused heatedly. Alicia thought her father was mistaken, but then saw the smug smirk on her husband's face. She nudged him with her elbow. Theo found her questioning stare. There was something in his shrewd eyes that told her to keep cool and play along.

, 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!"

he revealed. “250? For a simple cake? What the?” I blinked in surprise. “It’s made with imported Swiss chocolate and top ingredients. It’s worth it,” Nathan reported. “OK, I’m still trying to get used to this lifestyle. You know a $15 cake from a supermarket would have done, right?” I conveyed. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow at him. “Yes, it would have, but it wouldn’t have tasted as good,” Nathan laughed. “True, but still,” I said, trying to be mad at him, but I couldn’t. Nathan was just trying to give us the best of everything. Could I really fault him for that?