My Life As A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Sweetheart, I am sure you have seen my home and the things I own. But now you would have surely come to know that I am leading the lifestyle which is not ordinary” I nod and joke “You must be a billionaire to afford all this” “Good. You are smart. I am indeed a billionaire and have more wealth than three generations of my progeny could spend” he says casually. I was dumbstruck. I knew that he was rich, I probably thought that he had a few million to his name, but billions! And he says he has enough money that he could never spend in this lifetime. My head was spinning. I didn’t even know how many zeroes were present in a billion. I could not even wrap my head around how rich he was.

"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 followed without a word. My old life was gone. I was the Billionaire Don’s fifty-million-dollar prize now. And the real sharing had only just begun.

“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…

"Why did you return it?" "Because it felt like you were paying for my services the previous night. I'm not a prostitute." "It was my way of saying thankyou." "Thankyou?" He drops his spoon and clears his throat. "Can I be honest with you, Dani?" He starts. "I'm a billionaire with a boring life. All I do is spend hours at the office. Stuck on my computer. Holding meetings. Signing brand deals. Shaking hands with clients. Faking smiles. For the past ten years, this company has been my life. Very rarely do I meet people who make me have fun. You did that, Dani. You made me have fun that night. Lots of fun. And I don't just mean the sèx. I mean everything. Even the kids game."

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

"Whoa, one million dollars? That's a game-changer! With that kind of money, I can finally live the life I've always dreamed of. I can buy a house and a car and set my mom up for life. I can go back to school and pursue my passion for beauty and become a successful beautician. The possibilities are endless! I can actually become the rich girl I've always wanted to be, without having to pretend to be someone else. This could be my ticket to a brand new life, and I'm tempted to take it." I'm lost in a daydream of all the things I could buy with a million dollars - clothes, shoes, and a life of luxury. But the man's voice snaps me back to reality, "Are you in or out?" he asks quietly and quickly

Scarlett's POV A billionaire. The word circled my mind like a vulture, refusing to land, refusing to make sense. I kept testing it, rolling it around in my thoughts like a stone I'd found that might be precious or might be glass. One billion, two hundred and two thousand dollars. The number was so large it stopped meaning anything. Became abstract. A concept rather than reality. But it was real. Sitting in an account with my name on it. Money I could access right now if I wanted. Enough to buy a house. A car. A plane. A small country if I felt ambitious.