Patrick Healy Billionaire Novels & Stories

Clarkson. She read all the details, and she was kind of amused by why Callahan was interested in him. He had big assets, and his connections were wide. He’s even considered one of the most successful millionaires because of the achievements he has made. She looked at Gaile when she didn’t say anything about what she just said.

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

, I smiled and elegantly stretched my fingers and said it's real Megan, she scoffed and looked at my Prada Cleo Crystal embellished purse and said this must have cost a fortune,” she asked in a bitter voice which of the affluent family are you hooking up with because I'm sure your looks won't attract a wealthy man to you” “ Sonia couldn't stand her insolent attitude and told her to get lost, that I am not a whore like her, rather I am legally married to Damian Graham, the handsome and young top richest billionaire. She also told Megan to be careful because bullying Myra will only get her behind bars”. “Megan couldn't believe what she heard about the famous Damian Graham married to Myra, a sh

"She won't have that moment forever." "We'll see about that." Mr. Trainor stormed out of the room, maintaining his cool. Zain Adolphus, silent billionaire boss, CEO and businessman in his early thirties. He lived in the gymnasium basement, and, was a major shareholder of Ocean Academy. Mr. Trainor worked directly under him. To everyone, he was just that homeless man luck shone on, that was able to afford to be part of Ocean Academy. He had just moved into the city a few months ago, no one knew he was a billionaire in the city, with numerous investments and companies.

They are whispering the way people think is quiet but isn’t. “Did you see what just happened with Gerald and that girl?” “I did, but who was that man who stepped in?” “Are you serious, Freya? You don’t know Tristan Hale?” I go very still. Tristan Hale? The city’s youngest billionaire. The man who dismantled two rival companies before he turned thirty. The one who rarely shows up in public and almost never gets photographed. That Tristan Hale? “I’ve heard the name, but…” “His own cousin,” the first woman says, lowering her voice, “was blacklisted. Not just here. Everywhere! London, Dubai, New York… the man hasn’t been able to secure a single meeting in two years, all because of one business m

"You think because you’ve crawled back into his bed that you belong here? You are a stain on this family’s history." Julian stepped forward, his presence suddenly suffocatingly dominant. He pulled Elara even closer, his hand splayed across her lower back in a way that was undeniably sexual. "Careful, Father," Julian purred, though his eyes were lethal. "That 'stain' is the mother of my heirs. And considering I just transferred sixty percent of my personal shares into a trust for Leo and Mia, she’s actually the most powerful person in this room. You might want to be nicer to the woman who owns your board seat."

She turned her head to see Xavier sitting on the toilet bowl, puking his guts up into the bin. Xavier Crawford, the second son of the Crawford Family in Bloomstead. He might be a dashing man, but he was a useless loser, infamous for his love for the hedonistic and his amorous ways. Just the mention of his name alone was enough to make him a laughingstock. As for how Veronica knew him? It would be more apt to say it was through an “altercation.”

No matter how hard I tried to piece my life back together, the fragments just wouldn't fit. And when things started getting worse was when the media noticed my slacks. It was beginning to make headlines for the sport news. It left many people with so many questions. Training field, at games, I was always slacking. Anytime I tried to do better, I’ll see them. Not just talking, at every corner of my eyes, they were loved up. On the news, the headline wrote: Patrick Ortega Billionaire tycoon step into the limelight with his soulmate Miss Marcella Solis. The heiress to a billion dollar business group, the matching of billionaires.

She questioned, her eyes widened in astonishment. "Yeah, he said something along that line. What's the fuss all about?" I asked, incurious about the whole thing. I didn't just get it; what was special about him? "You don't know him, do you? Of course, you don't. If you did, you wouldn't be trashing his name now. Ally, he's like the second richest man in the world, or possibly the first." I couldn't believe what Hailey said. I knew he was rich, but I didn't know he was that rich. He could buy my whole generation, starting from my useless uncles and deadbeat cousins scattered all across the globe.

“Lizzie might have let something slip. She didn’t say his name directly, but she mentioned her husband’s best friend went to MIT, built his fortune from nothing, and now controls more wealth and influence than most small countries.” “That doesn’t narrow it down much.” “She also said he never attends public events, values privacy above everything, and has a reputation in business circles as ‘The Phantom King.’” Maya pulled out her phone and typed something, then turned the screen to show Seraphine. It was a Forbes article titled “The World’s Most Powerful Ghost: Inside the Empire of Damien Hale.” Seraphine scanned the article with growing disbelief. Damien Hale. CEO of Hale Global Enterprises