Living With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“So: this is how the super-rich live.” “The weird thing is all this doesn’t attract me at all. I’ve never wanted this. I still don’t. I want a nice house, a family, and a man who loves me to death.” “Well, why can’t you have that and this?” “I think when you have this much money you think you deserve more than one woman. There’s so much choice. So many women throwing themselves at you. It must take a saint to say no.” “Oh, I don’t know. I think I can totally rock being with a billionaire. So many people to boss around. Delicious.”

I do my best to hide and be an invisible competitor against business rivals, and though I am never the egocentric type, I have to be mean, hostile, and rude to everyone, including my own family. I have an expensive and beautiful mansion with a white exterior, pink interior, according to my wife's taste, and a black roof; my residency doesn't feel like a home to me from the start. I had thought that I would be able to make it to the home I dreamt of, but I failed woefully, and she left. What does a billionaire have that I don't have? Absolutely nothing! Then why can't my money treat my so-called sickness and save me this psychic trauma?!

I gasped out. I knew that Luke was very wealthy, but I hadn't realized he was billionaire status. The house he'd bought in his own development wasn't nearly up to specs for someone in his income bracket, even though it was very nice. "Yes. It isn't always as glamorous as it sounds," he said with a chuckle. We were silent for a moment, and I thought about what he'd said. Being a young billionaire sounded lonely. He worked hard, put all his time and energy into making his business profitable.

She said and we all nodded. "Have you look into the his profile,You know that to make an advert for his company, we need to show him that we know more about him"She said to Gracie. "Well I did try to check him up on line but nothing came, all we know is that he is a rich billionaire and nothing more, It's like he wants to keep his life a mystery" Gracie replied. "You are not doing your work properly Gracie,I had told you to find out some thing about him!"she yelled at her

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding. The television overhead buzzed with the latest news: “Carson Corp faces a financial crisis. Rumors suggest that Madison Carson, the now heir, may soon marry Lowe Sterling, potentially securing a partnership with Sterling Inc. No official confirmation has been made.” Mila tightened her grip on the chopsticks, her eyes betraying the coldness she felt inside. Five years had passed, and though the mall around her was more prosperous, it was still Lowe's world.

Jack shifted beside me, his face growing serious for a moment before a small, reassuring smile appeared. "Viv, you don't need to worry about that." He reached for my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "I know it seems like a lot right now, but we’re not going to fall apart when they’re gone." I managed to smile, teasing him in return. "I don’t know, Jack. I’ve gotten pretty used to this billionaire lifestyle. It’s hard to imagine living any other way." He burst into laughter, the sound filling the room, "Oh, so that’s what this is about?" he teased.

Then again, Bentley was a man of many mysteries, and the rugged style of his penthouse complimented it. “This is a beautiful home,” I said. “Larger than it needs to be for one person, but very beautiful.” “Yeah,” he chuckled. “Maybe someday, if I get lucky, I’ll have a family to share it with.” He walked past me with the bottle of alcohol pressed to his lips. He seemed different behind closed doors. Like he was in a state of reflection or wanted something more out of life. I would have never imagined a billionaire to suffer from depression. But the old saying goes: money can’t buy happiness.

“I’ll see what I can do, but honestly, I’m not holding out a lot of hope with this one.” “What are your plans?” he asked. “What do you mean?” “You’re a billionaire. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re not exactly living in a place where billionaires tend to hang out. You have money. You can live anywhere. Hell, you can buy the whole damn town, the county, maybe even the state. What are you going to do?” I shrugged. “I like it here. I want the simple life for Oliver.” He shook his head. “I don’t know if I could do that. I think I would hop on my private jet and buy the first island I found.”

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”