Lirik Billionaire Novels & Stories

* *You know I'm bad at guessing, come on what is that? *He's a fucking billionaire, I just saw a news about him on the bet, Ceen a freaking billionaire I think I must me high on Colorado when I started crushing on him* I was fighting back my laughter reading Tracy's message, she's so hilarious. *Come on girl, he's just a billionaire it doesn't mean he's unreachable* *Haha…..smiling emoji, are you trying to coarse me or make me feel better, girl I don't even need to continue I already rejected myself on his behalf*

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”

Sunshine Doe said with a hint of sarcasm. Bing Dickson smiles and says, “Can you lend me one thousand dollars? I have a party the next day, and I have to buy some things. I will return it after my family sends my monthly bill for me,” she said with a smile. Sunshine Doe frowned. "No, I don’t have money... The three thousand dollars I lended you before, have you returned them to me? No, so I don’t have any money for you, "she said and walked away.

Lucille commented. "It is impossible for a billionaire to be in that kind of bar! That is not a high end bar unlike those ones in the city! Well, maybe there are some businessmen but those with round stomach and and bald old man!" Nessa laughed hardly. "You never know the circumstances! A billionaire who's as handsome as Rael." Lucille sighed deeply. "But that is very impossible. A perfect man only exists in movies and books. Why was Rael born poor?! He is so hot but he has no money!"

“I’m out of here. I will not fucking let him insult me.” “It’s not an insult, love, a fact. I’m a billionaire with a net worth higher than yours. You’re meant to wait.” I spread my arms across the table, grinning. “One. I am not-love. My name is Layla. They thought you word in grade school, right? Second, we are both billionaires and Forbes just released this year’s copy. My net worth is thousands higher than yours now." That threw me off to her pleasure. “What!?”

Mitchell asked " Why is it that people always think that billionaires don't have girlfriends or wives? " Diana asked " Uuhm haven't you read every other book that has a billionaire? Most of them don't want to get attached to someone or they just have a cold heart " Mitchell answered " And what if this rich billionaire has a cold heart? " Diana asked " Well every cold heart just needs some warmth and eventually it'll melt" Mitchell asked " You sound so sure. Maybe his heart is just too cold to melt" Diana said as she tried to discourage her best friend a little bit

There were so many questions in her mind. “Why do these billionaires always get their ways?” “Why they can do whatever they want?” “Why do they always get the good girl?” “Why do they never go to jail or suffer?” Her mind spoke up, “Your billionaire must be suffering right now if he still remembers you.” Her heart spoke, “Naaahhhh. He would have fucked a hundred girls by now.”

“Girl! Do you mean to tell me you were that girl in the paper with that hot-as-hell man? The sexiest billionaire alive?” “Um, yes?” My reply came out as a question. “Oh my goodness!” She shrieked, getting an irritated glare from some passersby. “Oh my goodness!” She said in a more quiet voice. “No wonder Dylan bought those magazines. I’ve always thought it was weird that he was suddenly interested in reading magazines when he never used to do—how girl? Just how did you cop a man like that? Just a few weeks ago, I was sure you weren’t seeing him, and now? Now you’re hanging out with a ducking billionaire. Do you even know what that means?” She asked and then went ahead to answer the question

It didn't take long for that gaping hole to metamorphosize into depression, and keep me from leaving my bedroom in weeks. A call from my secretary jolted me back to reality when I realized that the empire I was building was on the verge of a collapse. I then channeled my hurt into building. I built so hard that I became a billionaire in two years. And I didn't stop. The hurt fueled me. I wanted to be better, better than all of the billionaires that she knew, better so she would come crawling back. Better so she finally saw just how much love I could show her.

But then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Logan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides," he continued, a smirk playing on his lips, "I'm not just rich. I'm a billionaire." The words hung in the air between us, heavy with significance, as I struggled to comprehend the enormity of what he had just revealed. A billionaire. The thought was staggering, almost inconceivable, and yet here he was, standing before me as living proof that dreams could indeed come true. "You know, Logan," I quipped, a playful smirk dancing on my lips, "if only I had met you before Camille, the cute French girl I tattooed once. Who knows what could have happened?"