Liquid Death Dead Billionaire Name Change Novels & Stories

I had no attachment when thinking about the woman, and I didn't make a point of talking to her. And about the problems of the past, I knew there were several. My cousin, Ethan, made a point of telling me about the countless almost deaths that I had been through in my entire life. He said that, as a very important man in the business environment, I had pulled some carpets and harmed some small merchants around the world. Apparently, I was more hated than loved.

“Good morning, everyone. This is Cansington News. Last night, famous tycoon Yves Frasier was found dead in his home. Jacob Zimmerman and Desmond Wilson, too, had been found dead in their homes. They died in the same manner, tied to a chair and decapitated. “The authorities have launched an investigation. “For more updates on this news story, please stay tuned to this station.” This news caused another uproar. What? Yves Frasier, head of the Frasiers, had a net worth of tens of billions of dollars. Jacob Zimmerman, head of the Zimmermans, also had a net worth of tens of billions of dollars. Desmond Wilson, head of the Wilsons, and also part of The Great Four, also had a significant net worth.

“They’re saying he’s dead.” “Are you sure?” the other whispered. “That’s huge. If it’s true” I hurried to the newsroom, my heart pounding. Xavier was the richest man in the country, maybe even the world, and the idea of his death was earth-shattering. It would be the story of the year.

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

I was still struggling to believe what just happened. “I found out! I found out who she is!” George exclaimed. “Martinez Brown?” I asked just to confirm. “Yes!” George replied. “She changed her name two months ago. Her maternal grandmother is Sara Perez, the only female billionaire in Spain!” “Sara died a few years back,” I muttered, still shocked by what I just heard. “Yes and guess who inherited all she had?” George asked, his eyes glaring at me. “Don't tell me…”

I remember him publicly renouncing Whitehill International, announcing he’d be “making something of his own.” I’ll admit, that day… I respected him. A little. Until I saw his press release, plastered with meaningless words like “creative freedom” and “modern values.” Florence Hart stood next to him, smiling like she believed in it all. I kept my eyes on them. Always. It was part habit. Part obsession. And then, Gerald died. Before he passed, he put all his businesses, properties, and accounts in my name. Quietly. No press. No drama. Just a folded letter in my hand.

”—tributes are already pouring in from across the business world tonight as New York mourns—” I looked up slowly. The chyron moved across the bottom of the screen in large block letters, unhurried, indifferent to what it was doing to every person who read it. A BAD DAY IN THE WORLD. A BAD DAY FOR NEW YORK. THE HERO HAS FALLEN. THE MIGHTY MAN FELL. BILLIONAIRE CHRISTIAN REED CONFIRMED DEAD FOLLOWING CAR ACCIDENT. My head snapped toward the screen. The gauze fell out of my hands. No. The word formed and dissolved and formed again, useless, not a real word anymore, just a sound my brain kept making on a loop.

“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.

I saw him head to the garden and sit there, so I slowly sat in front of him and took a deep breath. "You know, Olivia? If you only knew how much your mommy loved your daddy, more than the word 'excessively.' That's why your daddy has been suffering since she passed away. He doesn't want to choose who will live because he loves you all so much. But your mommy sacrificed herself for you to live." He paused for a moment before continuing, and I listened quietly. "Your daddy managed to live without your mommy, but it didn't have a good effect on him. He became deeply involved in gambling, even sinking his own company that he should have been lifting up."

The roads stretched out endlessly as we made our way, surrounded by an eerie silence broken only by the hum of the engine. Upon our arrival, the scene before us appeared desolate and abandoned. However, Richard, with a reassuring tone, affirmed to us that the place was indeed secure. As we entered the room, Richard retrieved a stack of documents and started to address us. "There's a great deal that has been kept from you, and it all begins with a shocking act of betrayal…” "His name was Austin Luke," Richard said, his voice barely more than a whisper. The room fell into a hushed silence as everyone focused on Richard's next words.