Living With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Well, if you thought my townhouse was flash, brace yourself.” “It’s like the magazines then?” “It’s absolutely over the top and fancy.” I grin. “But, it’s Jayden. He’s a billionaire and he likes to show it. You’ll get used to it.” “I feel like there could be harder things in life to get used to.” “You know, you’re right. There are way worse things in life to get used to than a billionaire lifestyle. I think it’s time I embraced it a little more.” “I need to stop by work. Do we have time? I need to sort time off.”

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

“You’re here, Elara. Please sit.” Elara stood by the table, her gaze cold. Lydia didn’t mind. She calmly took out a check and placed it on the table. “Elara, here is ten million dollars. I believe it’s enough for you to live worry-free for the rest of your life.” She lifted her eyes, her expression carrying quiet superiority. “I know Victor’s illness has been a burden, and now you can only take small acting roles. It must be hard.” “With this money, both you and Victor can live more easily.”

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

He thundered ,then stormed out of our one bedroom apartment. I sighed,pulling my knees to my chin as I fought the tears gathering at the slit ends of my eyes . All I wanted was a real office job,with health insurance,stable income and healthy working hours. Not a shitty fourteen hour shift at the diner downtown. Just for once could Brav not see that, maybe moving in with my high-school sweetheart was not such a good idea . I loved him though, too much so that I was willing to put up with his temper tantrums . Besides, love is blind,right.

We are more free now than before. “Let’s go now to my humble abode,” he said. “Humble abode sounds better. I think I’ll like it better than I liked your guesthouse,” I said. “So, you really don’t want to live with a billionaire?” he asked. “I’m a regular girl. It’s overwhelming to live with a billionaire,” I said. “Then, I won’t strive to become a billionaire again,” he said. “You could become a billionaire again and I will still want to live with you,” I said.

The place is ridiculous with its Rooftop pool, Private elevator and an entire wall made of glass overlooking Chicago like the city personally belongs to him. Rich people are actually living in another dimension from the rest of us and somehow my best friend now lives here. Kieran fucking Vey. The same girl who used to split cheap takeout with me at two in the morning while crying over deadlines and threatening violence against slow wifi. Now she’s engaged and living inside a billionaire hockey fantasy. Life is weird. But honestly? I’m so freaking happy for her like genuinely happy, because life hasn’t been easy on Kieran. I know that better than anyone.

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.