Novel & Cerita My Life As A Billionaire

A man who looked like he was ready to take the reins without burning the empire to the ground. And me? I had a sister who needed heart surgery. Parents are drowning in debt after our logistics business crashed. My master's degree at Oxford was hanging by a thread because I was working three part-time jobs just to survive. So yes. When a billionaire offers you a deal that can save your family, you don't overthink it. I married him. I smiled for the cameras. Stood by his side at charity events. Learned how to wear expensive dresses. Stayed out of his way like the contract demanded.

I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries I was happy I left New York, happy I took that bold step to become who I am today, happy I could give my lovely kids a good life plus the love of a mother and father as well, they never asked about their father and I take that as a clue that I'm doing well in feeling two gaps at a time after all there father don't even care if they exist I heard Nicklaus Michaelson is now confined to a wheelchair, what a wor

If he returned, he would thrust her into the blinding world of money that he'd worked so hard to escape. Watt threw a small pebble into the ocean waves, quickly losing sight of it in the foam and turbulence of the water. He was that pebble when he was a billionaire. Unusual and unique in the water, but surrounded and lost. He laughed bitterly. Being a billionaire wasn't all he'd thought it would be. He much preferred the simple life he had here. He was happy here. But Cassie wasn't going to be here anymore. He needed to convince her to stay.

7 years, a long time have covered since Grandpa left us but how can i forget the legacy we the Ashfords’ have followed. Leaving the girls in bed is my new habit, they want money and I want pleasure, that's how we do it every time. I take my beautiful Bugatti veyron to drive all the way to my house. The place is still the same as it was 7 years ago. Grandma kept this place lively after Grandpa died and I kept my promise to him. Now, I am the owner of Ashford’s property, leading the companies and factories installed all over the world. I am proud of being the youngest billionaire in the world. Magazines and Newsletters are full of my pictures and interviews, i hardly doubt that anyone is not a

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

My life has always been hell. My parents died when I was five. I was alone , I secretly wished to die like my parents. That was until I met Nigel. He was like a rain in my desert. He changed my life completely. I was always happy. We became best friends and thirteen years later we got married. My life was perfect, that was until... Nigel changed. He became a different person, he was violent and abusive. I felt what agony my mom was in, being constantly abused by dad. Dad hated mom and always hit her. For some reason, he was always nice to me.

Turns out, my boring life didn’t magically disappear even after getting a little taste of the rich life. Morning gave way to night, nights blended into days, and days turned into weeks. It's been three weeks since my life changed overnight. I'm getting used to the new me, leaving behind the financial struggles of my past, all thanks to my sister's insane luck with love , she's dating a billionaire now, I suppose.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

“Well your father was in a great debt and he came to me for help, he sold half of this company to me. For the past nine years, he has been paying me annually. I haven’t received any payment for two years now and I don’t play with my money.” What the actual fuck? For nine years? Why and how could he do that without letting me know? What nonsense is this? “How much have you been receiving?” It’s a question I have to ask. “I have been receiving fifty billion dollars.” “WHAT?! You are just a fucking bloody bastard.” “Don’t call me names. I didn’t ask him to come to me. I was helping a friend out. That’s all.” “You call that help? Fifty billion dollars fucking annually, HELP!”

But my eyes… my eyes were full of astonishment. I never expected my life to change so quickly. Just yesterday I was living in a cramped rented room, musty smell, thin mattress, facing a crazy ex-fiancé, and family debt like a mountain. Now? I lived in a luxurious mansion, surrounded by servants, designer clothes, and… a billionaire who called me Little Doe.