Living With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

Purposefully, I hadn’t tried to find out the price, knowing it would probably cost more than one month’s rent. It was beautiful, though. I didn’t think it would suit me, but somehow it did. For a second, I was worried it would make me look cheap or that it would be too revealing, but somehow, even with that deep v, it was still classy. When the alarm went off in the morning, it took me a while to realize this was my life right now. I was actually dating a billionaire. Not a millionaire, because apparently a million dollars was nothing to Cas. Something he would give me just to go out with him.

I am lost in my anime till Gregory comes over to me "Denise, it's time for us to leave". I sit up, putting on my sandals as Gregory helps me up to my feet. When Gregory told me he was taking me for a business meeting I never expected this, I don't think I have truly grasped what the concept of being a billionaire truly means. We are seated in his private jet, an actual private jet. I've been in awe since I stepped in, the jet has a bed and even a bar . "good lord". In my wildest dream I wouldn't have even seen this.

"I didn't realize you went for rich billionaires now. Your niche a few years ago was rebellious bad boys with a truckload of trauma behind them." I laughed, still ruffled from the encounter I had a few minutes ago. Grandma started ticking her fingers. "Mommy issues, daddy issues." She grinned. "You name it. You're an expert at this." My grandma could be funny when she wanted to be. "He has a kid, a daughter, and he lives in the wealthiest part of the town. I hear he's a billionaire. I mean, he owns multiple chains of hotels and restaurants and he just bought this restaurant from Mr. Wang."

“I’m just saying, being with a billionaire doesn’t sound half bad. Just think about it, no more rent, no more bills. Designer bags? Check. Travel around the world? Check. I’d retire at thirty-five and live the dream.” I rolled my eyes with a soft chuckle, then turned my attention to the screen. The news was still replaying Landon Pierce’s accusations, and the words “Who is the Secret Philanthropist?” scrolled across the bottom. I tilted my head slightly as I watched. “Well, whoever it is,” I said finally, my voice thoughtful, “I guess the person just wants to stay hidden. Not everyone likes the spotlight, you know?”

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

And my wages wouldn’t be enough to pay for it. His eyes narrowed, one hand slipping into his pocket. Then someone called him from behind. “Hello Xavier Blackwood!” He turned back and waved briefly. Immediately My mind froze. Xavier Blackwood? The name was a popular, legendary whispered with power and money. A ruthless billionaire known for his icy demeanor and iron grip on his family empire. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The clash was too shocking and surprising.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

Eli rolled his eyes, smiling faintly, and typed back: “Tell them I’m deep in spiritual retail reflection. And surviving on vending machine crackers.” He put the phone down and stared at the ceiling. It should’ve felt ridiculous, this whole double life. A billionaire in khakis and scuffed sneakers, stacking sanitary pads like he was on a mission from God. But it hadn’t felt ridiculous. It felt… fun. No one fawned over him. No one sucked up. No one acted like he was special. And the welcome party?