Patrick Healy Billionaire Novels & Stories

“I know you would think this part isn’t necessary, but it is more than necessary.” How did he know I’d see it like that? “Being my contracted wife, you need to know things about me—for media purposes. You’ll be called in for interviews and events, and I don’t want us looking fake in front of the media.” Fair enough. I went straight into his bio. He attended Harvard University, United States. Graduated with first-class honors in Accounting and Economics. High school? Philips Academy Andover. Family of three. His parents died a few years ago, and he was made CEO of Armen Corps.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Brooklyn's POV I sat on the edge of my bed for a long time after leaving Daisy's room. My father's secret cell. I turned the words over and over. They didn't get more comfortable with repetition. Patrick Weston was a billionaire who owned a school and ran a firm and moved through the world like someone who had never once been told no. The idea that a man like that had somewhere private — somewhere he put people who had become inconvenient — was not actually as surprising as it should have been.

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

Andrew lied. “I should not be saying this but as her father, I know how many troubles she went through to pay for her father's debt and now, she also have to suffer the wrath of Ray.” “Who?” “He is one of the eligible bachelor in the whole of the city. Also, he is the top notch business lord ” He pushed over some researched works on him. “Ooh! I did not know Alexa went through all of this. My poor baby girl. I will make sure that she is freed from this justice but she doesn't want to see me!”

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

he smiled at the thought of his game plan. Sean Herald. He’s the owner of Herald Monopolies of Businesses and of most businesses in the world; all sorts of transportation, entertainment companies, real estates, banks, technological and research facilities, academic institutions, and many more to specify. Even the mafia was within his authoritarian powers. No one ever imagined that the commoner he used to be would rise as the richest person in the world from the rags of his sweets processing start-up.

It wasn't quite a few minutes after he was told that he saw Santiago Blake strode out in his tall physique and turned to glance at someone seated, he paused and asked “Were you invited for the presentation?” “Yes sir” Patrick replied, standing up and smoothing his suit. His heart was beating fast. This must be Santiago Blake, the President of the company. He'd read about him and knew a few things about him. His family is wealthy and his net worth was far higher than Adrian Lester, if he could still remember. “Can you wait for me, I'll go through your file myself” Santiago requested. He needed to join Charlotte for lunch and be back. “I'll gladly do sir” Patrick answered, a beam of excitement