Liquid Death Dead Billionaire Name Change Novels & Stories

I have never met Robert Williams before but everyone who is into finance knows who he is. One of the youngest billionaires, his company is his life. He is known for being ruthless in getting what he wants but that’s not all. He looks so perfect and handsome, if his billion-dollar empire fails he can give models a run for their money. Thankfully , the position we are in covers my nakedness, and Pete’s dad can’t see much especially since he is standing in the shadow of the dimly lit passageway but I am flushed with embarrassment because any mature adult can guess what Pete is doing.

I trailed off, hoping I sounded breathless and besotted instead of utterly terrified. Kevin’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He slowly sank into the chair behind his desk, still staring at me. “You’re telling me,” he said slowly, “that you, Emily Carter, went in for an interview with the most reclusive billionaire on the planet… and seduced him?” I winced. “I wouldn’t say seduced—” “You are even calling him by his first name, Emily. Didn’t you notice?” He pointed out, making me shut my mouth. “Same thing with that other billionaire.”

“My name is Reginald Thorne. I represent the estate of Kael Voss.” The name hit hard. Kael Voss. Evie’s spine stiffened. Everyone knew that name. Not just a billionaire. Not just a CEO. A man whispered about in headlines—and in darker places where his name was spoken more carefully. A man who built empires… Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. And two weeks ago… Dead. Private jet. Atlantic Ocean. No survivors. Even she had written about it. “I… I’m sorry for your loss,” she said automatically.

"She's gone. Multi-organ failure. We couldn't... we couldn't stabilize her." I didn't cry. I dressed. I put on my white coat—the one I'd earned in medical school, paid for with my own money, not the Blackwell name. I buttoned it slowly. Then I walked to the hospital. ... The scandal broke by dawn. Blackwell Family Refused Donor, Heiress Dead. Corleone Syndicate Abandons Pregnant Fiancée. By noon, the vultures had circled. The shipping contracts—worth thirty billion—were pulled. The Swiss bankers froze the remaining liquid assets.

“Do you know him?” "Yeah," she whispered, voice shaking. "I know him." “Like… personally? Grace, how do you know a billionaire?” "No, not personally," she said, finally finding her voice. She looked at me as if I’d just told her I’d met an alien. "But I definitely know who he is, Leylie. He’s my boss. I work for Doyle Holdings."

“What is it?“ She shoved her phone towards me. An article filled the screen and it read: ALISTAIR GANCE, CEO OF LG GROUP, CONFIRMED DEAD AT 58. My eyes skimmed over the headlines with disinterest. It was about time that old man died anyway. “So? Rich people die every day,“ I said flatly. Aurelia stared at me like I was stupid. “That's not the point.“ A breath left me in annoyance. “Then, what is?“ “You wanted LG group to invest in your new drug project, didn't you?“ I winced at the thought of the humiliating memory. “Yes, but after I found out Scarlett wasn't Alistair Gance's legitimate daughter, I dropped the idea. There was no point humiliating myself in front of a man who wouldn't even ac

She declared. A pity to her, because her forever was just two weeks. In two weeks, I was going to shake the world in a major way. I could see the headlines now. “The second richest man in the world, dead at sixty-five.”

"Brought my grandson home? Cute. But Alex isn't yours alone. I have custody papers faked, but ironclad. Sign the empire back, or lose him." Ethan's blood boiled, but he kept cool. "Fuck you. Try it." He hung up, and with Noah's nod, they geared up lawyers on speed dial, feds alerted. Yet, Richard struck fast: Paparazzi swarmed the building, headlines screaming *Billionaire's Secret Love Child! Gay Fiancé Steals Family?*