Living With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Finally, she covered him with the thick quilt then she breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Bill with a helpless look, she felt a bit sadness in her heart. She was used to see him with his powerful aura every day, it pained her to see the man lying on the bed with unconscious state. She then realized the billionaire’s life wasn’t all that good. Though he had vast sum of money that could fill up his entire mansion, but when sickness stroke him, his money is nothing. Though he had lots of people wanted to be around him, at the end of the day, he was still alone, sick and lying helplessly.

Things started to get interesting when Ahmed Rebrad, the only living heir of Rashid Rebrad, one of wealthiest Arab business men within and outside the United States, started give Catherine a couple of inappropriate stares. He staked in telecommunication companies in third world countries. He also owned many casinos and clubs within the country, especially in Vegas among other things. Many rumors had spread about how he killed his father and siblings to inherit a large fortune. Whatever the case was, he was a rich orphan and the only person he had to call family was his uncle, Najib. Ahmed had an untapped reach, one the Smith lot could only dream about.

As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart. Days unfolded with a renewed sense of purpose for Alexander and Elizabeth. The echoes of their shared discussions became the bedrock for a deeper connection, a bridge over which they navigated the complexities of their intertwined lives. The mansion, once a mere space for their billionaire existence, now bore witness to a narrative evolving beyond affluence.

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

Vivian felt that Dominic was finally paying attention to her. "Ah, that's right. My knitter sent you that birthday present. She left early because she wasn't feeling well. Besides, she also wants me to thank you for helping her son." "Hydrangea?" Dominic took the bouquet from Vivian's hand. He is a billionaire, his friends are all rich people, so Dominic rarely receives such a simple gift. Except for his close friends who sent him gifts privately, everyone else didn't give him gifts, simply because they thought Dominic was too rich and he lacked nothing.

"I don't care about your personal issues, Emily. What matters is this presentation. We must secure this contract – it's the largest our agency has ever seen." "Give me your best, Emily. No mistakes, no excuses. We can't afford to lose this opportunity." We nodded in unison, the gravity of the moment sinking in. "Have you reviewed his profile?" our boss asked Gracie, her tone firm. "To create an effective advert for his company, we need to demonstrate our understanding of him." Gracie hesitated. "I tried searching online, but there's virtually nothing on him. All we know is that he's a wealthy billionaire, and that's it. It's as if he's intentionally keeping his life under wraps."

she said, taking a few seconds break. Her eyes turned teary, and she fixed them on her hands, squeezing them. "Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady," "For the past fifteen years, there has been a young billionaire heiress. This billionaire heiress lived her life in secret. Do you know why?" She narrated and raised a question to make it interesting and carry them along. The workers nodded with interest. "She lived like she didn’t exist because she believes wealth is dirty and she doesn’t want to get involved in it. Recently, she found out a secret about wealthy people who ganged up and killed innocent people,"

I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries I was happy I left New York, happy I took that bold step to become who I am today, happy I could give my lovely kids a good life plus the love of a mother and father as well, they never asked about their father and I take that as a clue that I'm doing well in feeling two gaps at a time after all there father don't even care if they exist I heard Nicklaus Michaelson is now confined to a wheelchair, what a wor

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.

Another chuckle escapes my mouth. From here, we get to exchange pleasantries with Adrian's cousins. "They are very nice people!" I whisper into his ear. He blushes. "Thanks," he mutters. "They were very excited when I told them I was bringing them to meet you, they live here. They love this place so much." "Really, do they easily get out of here?" He smirks, making me a little bit embarrassed, not kind of normal like there's something he knows I don't know. It isn't my fault either, it's my first time living close to a billionaire and having a clue of how life goes around them.