Living With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“You lived with that billionaire for three years.” My jaw tightened. “How do you know that?” He laughed. “You think people don’t talk?” My hands went into a fist. “That relationship is over,” I said. He stared at me for a moment, then he burst out laughing. “Don’t joke with me.” “I’m not joking.” His laughter stopped and his expression darkened. “You’re telling me… you lived with a billionaire for three years…” His hand slammed against the table. “…and walked away with nothing?” The beer cans rattled and I stayed silent.

“Make myself at home? Really?” The words came out before I could stop them. “Do you even live here?” He glanced at me, and there was amusement in his blue eyes. “Sometimes.” “Sometimes?” He shrugged as he headed toward the bar and poured himself a glass of water. “I have many. I lose count sometimes.” Of course he did. It was typical billionaire talk where things like buildings and cars all meant nothing to them but ownership and a show-off of wealth. “Well,” I said dryly, “it doesn’t look like anyone actually lives here...”

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

Apparently, the broadcast is a rerun and she’s grateful that it is being aired now. She takes her time and downloads all the available information about him, which she is still surprised are good things he's done. From everything written here, he’s a self-made billionaire, who is heavily invested in humanitarian work and research. According to this article, he’s a selfless enthusiast who hopes to change and make the world a much better place and many other wealthy billionaires in the country have joined him in the quest. How bad can he be? Neriah washes her sobbing eyes and puts a little makeup on and ties her messy hair into a side ponytail. She grabs her sneakers and after putting them on,

" he murmured. Brody and Kane have found out all the necessary info regarding Billina Bernand. "Wait, she has a daughter?" he asked startled. He never knew that this girl might be dead rich. The first female billionaire taking over the Chicago, even outside the country. She was a champion when it comes to business. "How many family members?" "She just lives with her grandmother, boyfriend and daughter." "So, a billionaire doppelganger, eh?" the smirk on his face after understanding everything was so evil. Senor let out a hearty laugh and he said, "Get me an appointment to meet this billionaire doppelganger tomorrow."

It suited him better to her mind. She shook her head and reread the article. This belonged in some sort of novel, not her real life. Billionaires were like royalty. You saw them in magazines and on TV, wondered what their life would be, and never actually met them. The idea that a billionaire had her kids working on his ranch to pay off a broken window was crazy. At least it explained the security around the ranch. She'd never seen so many guards responding to a broken window before. However, it being a billionaire's window, it made sense that the response would be rapid and heavy.

It’s incredible really. I would never have imagined that I would be living with a billionaire who, to the world has a ruthless heart, but to me has been kind and caring. I leave the curtains open so I can stare out into the peaceful night and the view is just beautiful. I have a good view from my place too, but there’s something different about this view…something comforting as if everything feels just right even though nothing about what's happening is right. And that makes me wonder if anything will be right ever again.

As someone who loved food and cooking, it sounded like a sad way to live. “You’re a billionaire, yet you mostly live on protein shakes and supplements?” he asked just to confirm he had understood correctly. Darien’s face was unreadable and Zach began to understand him even more. The billionaire was someone who lived a life feeling like he couldn’t trust anyone or have too much fun. “I do,” the older man replied a minute later. “Do you want to change that?” The answer to that was instinctive. “Of course, there’s lots of joy to be had from eating.”

Raymond asked because he really needed to hear an answer from her. “Nope, that is exactly not what I meant by that. What I meant was that everyone knows that people who occupy this part of the city are billionaires, and it definitely does not mean that you are not a billionaire. Maybe you are a billionaire, but you want to live a simple and conducive lifestyle,” Nicole said, and he smiled. At least he was a bit proud of her statement—she was right. He wanted to live a life like how every other person lives—a simple and conducive lifestyle. Even though he had a lot of money and properties, he still wanted to live like every other person.

She was still as shameless as before. “ Everyone wants to hear what really happened that day,” Mike told her. “ Fine. When I realized that I got the opportunity to work closely with Mr. President, I realized that if I managed to seduce him and get him to like me, I wouldn't worry about having money. I always wondered how it would be if I suddenly turned from secretary to billionaire’s wife, it seems like a script cut out from a movie right? But I wanted it all, the money, the status, his body, everything,” she had no sort of remorse about her behavior.