Liquid Death Dead Billionaire Name Change Novels & Stories

She picked up the magazine and began to read, frantic. Nothing about handsome billionaire Drake Holt , 32, has ever been predictable . . . except for his love of partying. It seems, however, that scandal’s favorite billionaire is turning over a new leaf. Reports coming out of boardrooms state that Drake has sold the incredibly lucrative The Grand Channel and its spinoff stations to a powerful Saudi billionaire for over a billion dollars. When asked why he was getting out of the cable industry, Holt’s reps were notoriously closed-mouthed. One source says that despite the fact that ratings have been up, Drake was unhappy with the business itself. She said that “someone opened his eyes, and he

Alex chuckled throatily and looked at her, taking her with him to find a table to sit at. "This company has existed for more than five years, Elena. Going through cases of debt, different problems. It's my connection to it that made it elevate. They are a subsidiary of BlackCorps." He said and brought a chair out from a round table for Elena to sit on before he sat down beside her. Andrea and Davis equally took chairs opposite them and sat down. "You must really be connected to a lot of companies," Davis uttered since he heard the discussion. Alex looked at him and Andrea. "Well, that's how you make money. Have people's franchises under your leash."

“I can’t believe I am saying this... and arrange his funeral.” “He should be alive. So, there is no funeral.” I said firmly making his eyes go wide. “I am going to pick up Helena. Thank you, Marco.” I turned around to Kelly who hugged me and whispered some comforting words but I didn’t need them. Nathan is not dead! He is just playing a prank on me and I know it, for all I know the dead body was him pretending to be dead and right now he might be laughing at me. The voice from the TV made me look up, it was the news and they were airing the breaking news. “Billionaire Nathan Dominic passed away today morning in an accident at the highway, his driver is still in critical condition as the poli

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.

Tears blurred my vision. “Thank you,” I whispered. She smiled. “Welcome to the battlefield, Sabrina Mendoza.” That night, alone in the office, I stood before the city lights. My reflection stared back at me from the glass. No longer the girl who had begged to be loved. No longer the woman who had accepted being disposable. I touched the Rebirth pendant resting against my throat. “I survived,” I whispered. My phone buzzed. A news alert. Peterson Luxe stocks drop 4% amid internal conflict.

She said as she sprayed the Chanel perfume she was holding on her body, dropped it on the dressing mirror and darted to the door. “Do I look good?” She shouted at the entrance. “Yes, my love.” I answered as I picked my phone to go through the social media. Suddenly my mind drifted to Kael, my boyfriend. “Why is he not replying to my messages?” I muttered as I went through our chat on I*******m. Kael and I have been dating for 2 years, although he hasn’t made our relationship public, being a billionaire heir , he claimed he doesn’t want his parents to know now because of our financial differences. So I agreed to him, the relationship was only between Aurora, I and him.

No, that couldn't be. He had just lost temporarily. Once the market reopened tomorrow, he still had a chance as long as there was a rebound! With this thought, Dylan quickly returned to his desk. He stared intently at the numbers on the screen, searching for any clues or opportunities. But then, a news alert popped up, catching his attention. It was financial news from Novaterra. "Market value evaporates by 30 billion dollars. The founder of Zenith Fund jumped to his death. Debts to be taken over by Fuer Fund."

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...

Then she looked him dead in the eye, and her voice changed, lower, more deliberate. “Do you think we should move out of the Rossi mansion?” The world stilled. Rene’s breath caught, the warmth in his chest suddenly constricted by a vise of cold. He stared at her, heart hammering. 'Should I tell her? Now?' 'Tell her that I’m not Kia Flores, that the name was borrowed from a man who chose his love for another over her. That I’ve lived half my life as a ghost. My father faked my identity after a failed assassination attempt. That Rene Ford never died... he just became someone else.'