Novel & Cerita Rich Playboy

he scolded "why?" "I'll show you soon" "can we at least get a description of what he looks like ....pleaseeeeee" Charity begged while holding his arm. He gently pushed her away, using his side eyes to observe Rachel's facial expressions. "Okay, he is rich and handsome. Good in bed too," he said Charity laughed so loudly in such a way that her neighbours could hear her. Rachel's anxiety awoke and she felt so uncomfortable standing there with the two weird mother and child not ignoring the fact that charity looked too young to have a child like derek.

Well I don't even need makeup cause my eyelashes are very long and my lips are naturally pink. I went down through lift as my apartment is on 47th floor which is cozy and luxurious. Then I entered inside my car which is audi R8, my life. So I went down to Volkov hotel's, I don't know why he called me there I mean that hotel is 7 star luxury hotel and people say that hotel owner alexander volkov is an Underground mafia boss as well as worlds no.1 buisnessman along with the richest man on earth.

He rubs it in my face that he is super rich. "And you should bring just few important things" He added gesticulating with his manly hands. "FEW THINGS" He emphasized. "I do not want my place getting filled up with too many unnecessary things, you know?" Spoilt brat! "And yeah, whenever Rita calls, tell her I'm busy" He added languidly. I eyed him with disdain, suppressing the urge to scoff out loud at him. "I can't have a girl troubling me at work" he mumbled under his breath, hoping I won't catch the words but I clearly did.

My wife and I had kept our marriage secret for three years. Then she became a fraud-busting influencer with ten million followers, and I was the first person she exposed. On her livestream, she sobbed that I was a freeloader who beat her, bled her dry, and even forced her to entertain men over drinks for money. The internet buried me in abuse. Delivery orders I never placed and funeral wreaths piled up outside my door. Her top donor announced he was going to break my legs to get justice for her. On camera, my wife was a fragile victim. Off camera, she was texting me threats. If I did not sign the thirty-million-dollar penthouse downtown over to her, she would burn my name to the ground. Sh

Chaos added, “I believe that it is important to be authentic and transparent, even if it means challenging people’s preconceived notions. I hope that through our conversation, I mean this interview, you can see that I am more than just a wealthy individual and I am more than just the notion of being a billionaire playboy. I am not defined by it.” He took a second to pause and continue to say, “I am a complex person with a range of interests and passions, and I am committed to using my resources and influence for good. I am more than just being a playboy. I thought you were already aware of my background and that stupid infamous nickname people call me, since most interviewers always push tha

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

"Right, right? I mean, he's a Playboy and that's what Playboy's do, and many of us don't realize this we think that it's taboo to be with a woman if you're not in a relationship with her well honey it is the twenty first century and this isn't something new." The audience claps and cheers while she takes another long sip of her tea. "He's young, he's a charmer, he's very handsome and he's rich! He's worth, I think around sixty million dollars and both sides of his families are worth billions! Billions! And...when you're exposed to something like that your entire life, never wanting for anything and being that type of boy who needs to be prim, and proper and snobbish because you come from mon

Just the thought of him makes my heart hurt. "I've worked for his family for over 6 years now." "Wow you actually lasted for 6 years?" I asks genuinely surprised that people actually stick around. "Do you actually know who he is ma-Izzy?" he asks as if I'm supposed to know who he is. "I- no am I supposed to?" "well his not just anybody he is one of the richest people in the world and according to the tabloids the hottest bachelor party in around." "He may be hot but his personality sure isn't he is so full of himself." I scroff so very full of himself.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

“I don’t want us to get separated later. Emily, you spread light wherever you go and I’m so lucky to meet a woman like you.” He lifted my hand and kissed it gently. “I was so traumatized by my past that it almost destroyed me.” My heart clenched painfully. I searched his eyes and I could see the sincerity in them. He sighed, dry chuckle escaping his lips. “Everyone knows me as the billionaire playboy. Multiple girlfriends. Can’t stay committed. All that.” He shook his head slightly. “But before that… there was a loyal man who got betrayed. And that made me the way I was.”