Owend By The Billionaire Beast Novels & Stories

Now that he's using the boss card, how could I not oblige? "Stop worrying about our stuff because no one will rob them. This is a private land, and the people here don't need to steal because they can even buy a hectare of it," he added. So that explains why there was even a guard when we entered. I was fretful over nothing then. With that, I stood up. Then we walked towards Greyson who's having the time of his life running around. He held both of our hands. I suddenly feel cautious of my surroundings. Call me paranoid, but I don't want to be seen with a famous businessman and his son and lit up scandals.

“By the way,” “What?” “Do you happen to know Matthew Zarsuelo?” He froze mid-step, eyes widening. “Matthew Zarsuelo? Don’t tell me, he’s the guy we talked about last night?” I nodded. “Yes. The one who owns a company.” “Shit, you really dug your own grave.” he muttered. “Is he one of the evil rich?” My stomach tightened. Is that why he wants me to work for him? Revenge? “He’s not that bad,” Lyndon said. “But he’s one of the youngest multi-billionaires in the country. He owns Grand Finance.”

Caroline Lightwood After talking to Cade Grey, the CEO of the reporting company 'Gnewz' from the group of companies owned by his family THE Greys for over an hour I started preparing for today's meeting. Yes and this is the CEO of the company who wrote that article. He was my friend in college. He even had crush on me, but when I told him I liked someone else, he understood it and we remained good friends. Ethan was always jealous of him or any male I talked to, as a matter of fact. Whatever stop thinking about that jerk. I can't believe he didn't called back. At least of not for me he should have done it for my children. I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only k

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

“Dad—” “Now, Jacob.” The hall outside was all marble and silence. Brian lit a cigarette, flicking ash onto a Ming vase. “You still owe me fifty grand for the boat.” Jake stared at the closed study door. “He’s getting older.” “And?” “And he’s scared.” Brian blew smoke at the ceiling. “Good. Maybe he’ll finally drop dead.” The elevator dinged. A maid scurried past, eyes downcast. Jake’s phone buzzed—a “Times” alert: Vanguard Group Secures Brunei Energy Deal, Outbids Reagan Conglomerate. He swiped it away. “What now?”

Owen, in wolf form, bowed his head, as if acknowledging the unbreakable connection they now shared. Andreza smiled radiantly, emotion overflowing from her eyes: “It's you,” she whispered, feeling the magic of destiny intertwining their lives. “My mate.” Owen's black wolf responded with a deep, resonant howl, a melody that seemed to echo through the forest, announcing the magical union that was about to unfold.

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

She looked at her friend again. “All of Adam’s wealth is now in my name.” She muttered softly. Tiffany’s eyes widened, and she stepped back. “Isn’t my life in danger with you? You’re a billionaire now, they might kidnap us.” She said, sounding almost insane. Yza rolled her eyes. “I don’t know about you, Tiffany. You’re acting crazy.” She glared at her friend. Her friend just laughed at her reaction. Yza lazily opened the chocolates with almonds. She needed one because her mouth tasted like rust, and she hadn’t eaten anything. She had only tasted the sotanghon her grandmother cooked in the mansion, but she didn’t really like it.

exposed like a museum exhibit. And beside it, a video screen flickered to life. A grainy image played: Killian, younger, standing beside his father—signing a deal with a crime family that had long since disappeared. The proof of the empire’s rot. Margot smiled. “Tonight, I offer you the chance to buy the future. A future where Graves power falls. Where secrets are no longer buried, and balance returns to our world. Starting bid: one hundred million.” Hands rose across the room.

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.