Novel & Cerita Mr Billionaire Book

The dining room seemed too exquisite for a home. But it was okay and unchallengeable. It was the home the Stanleys and situations of such were considered normal. It was her first time coming to that particular part of the vast mansion and it was all thanks to Mr Grumpy who surprisingly decided not having breakfast in the room he usually locked himself in.

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.

Laila explains relaxing her head on her desk. “Well why give her a contract if you don’t wanna work with her?”Xavier asked,Laila lifted her head up and looked over at Xavier blowing on the loose strand of her hair away from her face. “Well her book was well written and her storyline is interesting”Laila groans. “Well what’s her book about?”Mike curiously asked. “It’s about an arrogant billionaire that detest women but later fell in love with an orphan”Laila explains as they all nodded their heads in approval of the storyline.

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

I hate that shit that comes with power or being affiliated to power. Why should they bow to me? I'm not a Billionaire and even If I were, I wouldn't want anyone treating me like some god. "Chill, Maria. I know you're not used to this." He placed a hand to my shoulder which calmed my nerves. How did he know what I was thinking? He could read me like an open book, nothing goes past this man and that made me vulnerable, bare and empty when it comes to Mr. John. The door to the Mansion opened and I saw a huge 'Pillari' logo on the wall. The luxurious building was glittering in gold and silver artifacts, chairs, couches, and lots more.

Miracles really did happen. ******* Edna Griffin thought reflectively over what had happened here in this house on that fateful night. It was for her the event of her lifetime and the fact that she witnessed it first-hand made it even more complicated. She'd kept the truth to herself for so long that it was beginning to look like a dream, an illusion, something that had never happened. Even if she were to tell the truth, who would believe a miserly old woman over a billionaire's son.

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

He’s a millionaire and this woman came from poverty with hatred for a soul. “Maybe Blaire has more power against Alan than he’s able to buy to use against her.” I turn quickly to look at Miller when he finishes his sentence. “You might be on to something!” I walk out of the room and back to our board of leads and collected data from days and weeks prior and begin tearing off pages. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Miller says as he pushes me back but I found the printed article and I held it high for him to see. “This! This is what she has!”

He was carrying a cup of coffee, his sharp features relaxed in a way that made him seem younger. “Ah, The Billionaire’s Blueprint,” he said, sitting across from me. “Great book. I’ve read it twice.” I raised an eyebrow, setting the book down. “Twice, huh? No wonder you’ve done so well for yourself. You’ve got the billionaire mindset.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Well, it helps when you apply the principles. It’s one thing to read about discipline and calculated risks; it’s another to live them.”