Liquid Death Dead Billionaire Name Change Novels & Stories

"Make sure you take the articles down from all platforms and browsers, else you will have yourself to blame." Harley's heart skipped a beat as Alexander's words sank in. She knew that he was not a man to be trifled with " Billionaires are Scary" Harley said under her breath. One of the guards opened the door and Alexander Sterling strode out of Harley Smith's house, with his guards following close behind. As he made his way to the front of the house, he stopped in his tracks and pulled out his phone from his suit pocket. He dialed William Jones' number and waited for him to answer.

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

"As I mentioned just a few minutes ago, during the reading of the will, your father left behind debts valued in millions of dollars, and his assets will be liquidated to honor these financial obligations." The ensuing outburst was monumental. Rachel completely lost control of her emotions, her voice ripping through the air like thunder. "This is impossible!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the room, laden with indignation and disbelief. "We were millionaires! Our fortune was built over generations. My father could never have accumulated such colossal debts as you are claiming. How could he have simply squandered all our wealth?" The expression of disbelief on Rachel's face showed her profo

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

But hearing who it was now, sent shivers down her spine. "The name rings a bell, doesn't it?" she asked, grinning like a maniac. Who doesn't know Brandon Powells? He was a famous billionaire. His death had shaken the whole nation. It was never revealed that he was murdered. His family had covered it up as a natural death.

I stood up and walked closer to the TV. "The Italian-American billionaire, who died over the weekend at the age of sixty-three, was famous for his charisma, his cutthroat business policies, and for being allegedly involved in illegal business—and for his personal life, which was treated as tabloid fodder." My mouth slightly parted as I saw him dressed in all black, his men were all around him, they walked into the church, and I could only see his back. The cameras were being shoved in his face but his body language screamed that he was the least bit bothered by all of it.

JACKSON MELIŚ REMOVED AS CEO OF MELIŚ ENTERPRISE: COMPANY FACES BANKRUPTCY DUE TO ASSET LIQUIDATION. My heart sinks into my stomach. THE BILLIONAIRE: FORMER CEO OF MELIŚ ENTERPRISE IS NOW ALONE “Fuckkkk!” The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it.

“If everything checks out, I’ll discharge you, but only if you sign a commitment form, assuming all risks. I’ll also send professionals to your house every day to ensure you’re following the guidelines.” Benjamim was satisfied with the response. Afterward, he returned to the room, and, while undergoing all the tests, he noticed Fred’s curious gaze on him. “What your mother said—is it true?” he asked in a low voice. “Are you going bankrupt?” “Have you ever seen a billionaire go bankrupt?” he asked seriously, though with a smile on his face. “The company my father founded is at risk of losing a lot of money, but Carlota is great at playing with words. She only said that to scare me. She knows

I sighed in relief when he did this. It was all done now. All that I had to do was wait for the drug to kick in and for him to die. I thought about all of the money that I would get once Jenson was gone, and I could not help but feel giddy inside. I had spent the last few days calculating his assets, and I was shocked at how rich Jenson. His company was worth ten billion dollars, and he had an additional ten billion in assets and investments. I would be getting ten billion dollars after he was dead, and it was more than enough for m to live comfortably.

Her eyes lit up as she let out a giggle. The question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind since I met Belle finally won the battle so I asked, “What's a textbook billionaire?” As though she had been waiting for the question, she clapped her hands together and turned to me, beaming. She raised her finger and began counting, “Ridiculously wealthy. Powerful. Mysterious. Always in control. Emotionally unavailable and probably brooding half the time.” The list was good till that. A stern frown settled on my face as the words ‘emotionally unavailable’ flashed in my head repeatedly.