Milliardär Novels & Stories

"What do you want? I asked, ready to do anything to be away from his presence " I want you, I really do" " 500 dollars for every night I spend with you " I struggled to contain the rage burning through me. " I do not accept " " One million dollars " he grinned. " Even if you offer me five hundred million dollars, I'll not have anything to do with you.. what do you take me for? "I'm not cheap like the other girls you sleep with, I do not want you or your money" "Really? He smirked.

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

he spoke. "Yes. And I managed to crack a ten million dollar deal with them," I confessed. "What?" His mouth fell open and I couldn't contain my happiness. "Yeah," I nodded. "God! Nandu? Do you know how much ten million dollars is? Seventy-five crore rupees and God damn! That's going to make us filthy rich," he couldn't get a hold of his excitement and I couldn't help but smile at him.

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

“He’s unbelievably generous. Just hands out a million like it’s nothing. He’s got to be a hundred times richer than Mr. Hill.” “No kidding,” Benny muttered, eyes gleaming. “That man’s got money written all over him.”

Suzie, Trina, and I all opted for the pedicures first. “Do you live like this all the time?” Suzie asked, looking around. “No,” I giggled. “I get my nails and toes done once a month, but I’m not hanging out in a spa weekly, and I’m definitely not jetting away to a private island every weekend.” “But your family does have a lot of money, right?” Trina queried. “Yes, they are millionaires,” I advised. “Zander’s brother and grandfather are billionaires. His grandfather, Carrington, is in the top 10 richest people in the USA.”

5 billion dollars? ‘How dare he still show off at a time like this?!’