Patrick Healy Billionaire Novels & Stories

The car drive was silent as Valerie and her baby followed the men to see her father. She still couldn't believe her father was alive and he was Theodore armani she had searched him up and he was one of the most powerful men in the united states and the head of the armani conglomerate. But what if it was just all a big misunderstanding for all she knew , her mother wouldn't lie to her about something like this . Just as she was still pondering her phone rang . Looking at the caller she saw that it was Ryan's number .

beautiful than Lia, even she is also very royal like Lia, yes, I have never failed in terms of finding good and wealthy women, of course, in order to lighten my burden one day. Lia is the granddaughter of a successful businessman and has a lot of inheritance, but she is never arrogant about what she has, while Yaya is the only child of a boss in her village, all of her father's wealth will automatically be inherited by her, even when I was in a relationship. with him never spent a penny of money all on him.

Derek contorted his face in annoyance. “ .....though i would be going to see a friend too,I would definitely text you tonight”He added almost immediately. Clarke leaves Derek's apartment immediately and in no time he was at his mansion. Rachel laid almost naked, bare-breasted in her thong,pressing her phone and smiling at her screen. She didn't even know when her jolly husband walked in. “I had a wonderful day....I signed a business deal with an English company worth of twenty eight million dollars” Clarke plops on the bed with joy.

another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company, Now you all tell me if its right for me to give it up after everything I habe done so far" as Mr madison finished his speech, The people I'm the room exchanged looks, they all seemed to feel sorry for him, He like the looks on their faces, exc

Shannon read the disappointed look on his face, she wanted to get that look fully. "Well, if she didn't, let me prep you, I'm currently in a relationship with Ryan Lancaster the heir of this empire and the richest billionaire in town, you know what that means Raymond,. If I was you, I would've taken caution before I thread on a game I won't finish.

He held my gaze for a long moment—long enough that I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my chest. Finally, he walked to the desk and picked up a file. “Brian hasn’t completely sold your company,” he said, placing it in front of me. “He’s still holding onto twenty percent of the shares. Everything else he sold was done through intermediary companies.” I opened it, scanning the numbers quickly. “Didn’t he flee abroad? The last time I spoke to Brian, he told me he had sold everything and left with Sophia.” “You still believe him?” “Did you buy back everything he sold? How did you even track down those intermediary companies?”

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.

“What flavor do you want?” “Huh?” I turn back to him. “For your pity party,” he lifts his hand in the air. “You're so stupid, you know that?” “For someone who is trying to cheer you, I'm offended,” “Suit yourself,” Something catches my eye in the magazine. “Is that your name?” I ask, at the same time taking the magazine from him. “Paul Hughes' name appears on Forbes as one of New York’s billionaire bachelor's, for the seventh year in a row,” I tilt my head, “Wow! Someone is reading about their self,”

Only days left until the foundation tour arrived at Maple Grove Elementary. I took a slow, steady breath through my nose, reminding myself of Dad's words. I had survived the worst day of my life years ago. I had built a home, a career, and a life for my son out of the ashes of my ruined youth. Jace Kingston could bring his money, his foundation grants, and his cold hockey star fame, but he could not take away who I was now. My phone, lying face up on the table next to my grading folder, suddenly flared with a silent flash, cutting through the dim light of the overhead bulb.

"You too." That is what he did. This is always so infuriating about Damian Knight. After working 14-hour days, he sometimes looked like he had just come out of the locker room. He wears a suit, no tie today, and the top button of his shirt is undone. It is so simple that it took years to create. "There are some people I would like you to meet," he said, already looking over my shoulder and looking around the room. "Edward Hart is with his daughter, who just joined the company and is the vice president of international acquisitions. I said to him, you...