Rumah Miliarder Novels & Stories

Annabelle was left alone in her room. She could not bring herself to believe her family was actually trying to push her into marriage, a marriage she would forbid even in her dreams. Jake was the only son of a very wealthy family . His father , Mr Clifford, was the chairman of a powerful group in the society, the Ford group of companies. One would easily think he was the owner of the electricals and electronics company that went by the trade name Ford. Being the only son of such a highly respected power broker, everyone tried to get on his good side, including Annabelle's family.

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

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.

The room is bathed in natural light, thanks to a wall of windows that offer breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape. Outside, the grounds are just as impressive, with manicured lawns, lush gardens, and a serene pond that adds to the home's sense of tranquility. A sprawling terrace provides the perfect spot for outdoor entertaining, with plenty of seating and a state-of-the-art grill. Overall, this exquisite home is a masterpiece of design and luxury, perfectly suited to the discerning tastes of a billionaire. “We begin a new chapter of our lives today, Verona.” His husky voice full of emotion gets my attention, snapping me out of my obvious gawking. I stiffen as his arms wrap around

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

"A billion?" Ice chuckled at her shock, a protective pride swelling in his chest. He gestured to the property deeds. "And these two? They are located in the city’s most prestigious gold-coast districts. Each one is worth tens of millions. They aren't just houses; they are fortresses of status." A billion in shares. Tens of millions in real estate. Snow felt as though the air had been sucked out of the room. She had survived on scraps and rainwater for six years, and now she was being told she was a billionaire. "All of this... belongs to us?"

Those who would climb up the trillionaire radar in no time. The following street after that is for the trillionaires. And the third street is for the late trillionaires. Those who would climb up the quadrillionaire radar in no time as well. Then there is Dragon bay! Dragon bay is said to house foreigners with uncountable funds! No Virginia indigene has been able to purchase a house from the street there as the cheapest house there is $200 quadrillion! It is termed the street of people who has no use for their money! "Lucien, didn't you say you have a little house in the peak of the city? Why is your house not in the least street? And why are we heading to Dragon bay?"

“Thank you so much.” Lilian then showed him one guy’s photo. “What do you think of him?” “He doesn’t look bad. What does he do?” “Real estate. Makes over a million a month. A bit too low for my standards.” “A million a month is low, you say…” Risa chortled. “He’s in the top one percent.” “Yeah, but my family is in the top 0.001 percent.” Risa couldn’t counter because Lilian was right.

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.