Novel & Cerita Mr Billionaire Book

I thought something like that was really rare. "A billionaire? But still not found? That’s such a weird news story." Lean just shrugged, but it was clear she was confused by what she had seen on the news. I would be confused too if I saw something like that. I mean, imagine it—a billionaire, one of the wealthiest people in the country, suddenly disappeared? It just doesn’t make sense. "It's weird actually. But then I realized, even billionaires aren't exempt from things like this. No one’s really safe these days," Lean sighed in disbelief.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Only three in the world. Mia took a deep breath, then turned to face me with a dead-serious expression. "Vivian Sinclair. Be honest with me. Are you some billionaire's mistress? Because if you are, you have to tell me! I know you've got money now, but being a homewrecker never ends well!" I almost choked on my water. "What are you even — I told you, it's an inheritance!" I tossed the probate documents into her lap. Mia flipped through them, her eyes growing wider with every line.

“Is that all you rich assholes ever think of? Throwing your damn money on whatever you deem attainable? Whatever you think has a price tag?” I knew I was stepping on shaky ground, but I couldn’t help myself. I had no idea how one dealt with a billionaire like this Mr. J. Maxwell. I knew suddenly and with trepidation, however, that I was doing it wrong the moment I saw the dark look in his eyes and the stern expression on his handsome features.

I asked "Yep and why do you sound surprised" "Nothing" I replied. He pressed a button on the car key and a Jeep beeped. He opened the door and I got inside. "This is the least of my cars" he said. "What!!!! I said almost screaming. "Yep! I have thirty five cars while Michael has fifty cars. "Jeez!!!! I finally screamed. These guys are filthy rich. Well what was I expecting from New York's youngest billionaire. James started the car and we drove off.?" I asked.

The click of the front door closing broke the silence of Miguel’s house. I heard the vehicle’s engine drive away, and a strange chill went up the back of my neck. I was alone in the house of a man I barely knew. I sat on the genuine leather sofa in the living room, which looked like it came out of a magazine, and felt as if I were in my old home, where I lived with my parents for years. I had spent the last few days being assaulted, which, ironically, threw me into the arms of a man whose life was a locked book. Miguel was careful, intense, and, now I knew, rich. A billionaire.

“It's because I know she's not related or close to you and yet you risked your own life by begging me to spare her. That's how Mafia families behave—an attack on one is an attack on all.“ The girl nodded once again. “W-why are you telling me this, master?“ “You can leave now,” said Mr Miller. “And don't you ever… do what you and your sister did to any of my friends if you ever happen to…” “Yes, Master,” the girl bowed. “Thank you for sparing us.“ Then she carried her sister and walked out of the room, leaving an annoyed-looking Mr Miller. He walked back to the bed and wore his clothes. “Perhaps coming here was a big mistake. This is the worst distraction I've ever experienced.“ Then he also

Randy's pov Everything felt surreal as I walked through the NRMC facility alongside Ms. Swan, my mind still trying to process what Daniel had just told me about becoming a billionaire through the medication I'd developed years ago without any expectation of financial reward. I, Randy White, orphan and penniless, was now a billionaire and a house owner, the thought kept cycling through my mind with a persistence that suggested my brain was trying to make the information feel real by repeating it, but the words still felt like they belonged to someone else's story rather than my own.

The man lifted both hands in surrender, still smiling, though more carefully now. I remained behind Reign, half concealed by his broad frame, still trying to ignore the fact that he had not let go of my hand. To distract myself, I let my gaze wander around the corridor. The place looked as though luxury had been given human arrogance and told to decorate itself. Cream walls blended with dark wooden accents, pendant lights glowed softly over polished furniture, and every visible detail carried the kind of precision that only obscene wealth could afford. Even the silence inside the mansion felt expensive. A trillion dollars suddenly no longer sounded fictional.

He couldn't get too upset about it. He shakes his head, not hearing my friendly words, but before I continue someone knocks on the door and cuts me off. Roman with his hair cut short on the sides and longer on the top runs his fingers through it while walking into the penthouse and drops a copy of the local paper on the kitchen island. Vincent grunts his thanks and leans over, reading the article heading where Roman points. "Fuck me." Ex-Wife of Local Billionaire Writes Tell-All Book Vincent's fists slam angrily on the paper. "I'm the only fucking billionaire in this town. Shit."