Rumah Miliarder Novels & Stories

After three years, I had three more restaurants in the state. Now, I have twenty-five restaurants nationwide, and two more locations are ready to open in California. This success allowed me to live like a celebrity, but I always preferred a simple life. I did not want people to love me because of what I had, but because of who I was. Even Stephen was not aware of my financial situation, he only knew about the first restaurant I bought, and called it my ' little project'as if this was some temporary hobby. Now, I was grateful for not telling him the truth. We even had a prenup signed in case of divorce- his family thought it would be the right thing to do, as he had to protect his assets. I h

"Yes stepmother. She answered her with a smirk. There was a knock on the door. Riley's father came in and said, The Knight family has arrived; are you ready, honey? He looked at his beautiful and gentle daughter and continued, Riley, are you sure you want to get married to Bruce Knight? Riley looked at her father. Yes, father, I want to. The Knight family is the wealthiest and most valued family in New York. The only direct heir, Bruce, was disfigured and made crippled when he was kidnapped 15 years ago. Since then, Bruce has not appeared in front of others. He was rumored to be cruel, ugly, and terrible, and every woman sent into his house did not come out alive.

Intrigued by her new family, she decided to do some research. After contemplating for a moment, she decided to search for the most magnificent mansion in Las Vegas. To her surprise, the first mansion that popped up was the one she was currently in. Reading the accompanying article, she learned that the estate belonged to the Mills, the wealthiest billionaire family in Las Vegas, boasting numerous companies locally and globally. A picture of the Mills was attached to the article, and Rosaline’s eyes widened as she spotted Frederick’s picture with the caption “CEO of Mills Company.” A gasp escaped her when she saw his net worth. “He is bloody rich.”

But you're not wrong about one thing—I did buy all of it myself. "Since the papers are already signed, I don't mind telling you that I'm a multi-millionaire now." After I finished speaking, the whole family stared at me with strange looks on their faces. Calum was the first to laugh. "Oh my god, were you so traumatized that you lost your mind? A multi-millionaire? If you can come up with even 100 thousand dollars, I'd already be impressed. "Buying a house for us? Since when are you that generous? You can lie to us, but don't lie to yourself. That's how people end up losing their minds."

"Don't ever put down being a millionaire. Billions of people would love to trade places with you financially." "I realize that, but there is a definite difference between millions and billions. After all, today, there are many millionaires who are actually broke." "What do you mean, exactly?" Kittridge asked. "Well we all know people whose homes have increased in value but their income has not. For example, I know a friend who inherited his parents' home after they died. Since the real estate price have skyrocketed and the house has no debt on it, he is technically a net-worth millionaire, but he and his wife Still struggle financially because they earn less than $90,000 a year. They have th

“It’s not about private jets. Or height. There’s no point comparing yourself to him.” Richard looks at me for a few silent seconds. Then, as though I hadn’t even spoken, he says, “Have you seen his house? They used it for Highton Hall. He’s a multimillionaire and he’s got a stately home.” He scowls. “Bastard.” “Richard—” “But he’s pretty puny, don’t you think?” He’s tearing the airsick bag into strips. “Never thought Lottie would go for someone so puny.”

After some seconds he placed the intercom back. " you can come in ma'am " he opened the gate for me. " wow!!!!!! " I mouthed as I entered the compound. The interior and exterior of the mansion was covered with marble and tapestries which was clotted with gold and silver. Different varieties and model of cars were parked in the garage. He earned quite a well to receive this luxury. What the hell am I talking. His parent are the richest people in L.A and basically he's the youngest billionaire in L.A.

"I didn't realize you went for rich billionaires now. Your niche a few years ago was rebellious bad boys with a truckload of trauma behind them." I laughed, still ruffled from the encounter I had a few minutes ago. Grandma started ticking her fingers. "Mommy issues, daddy issues." She grinned. "You name it. You're an expert at this." My grandma could be funny when she wanted to be. "He has a kid, a daughter, and he lives in the wealthiest part of the town. I hear he's a billionaire. I mean, he owns multiple chains of hotels and restaurants and he just bought this restaurant from Mr. Wang."

I added, so he looked pleased with what he heard. “I can give you places you can visit and maybe let you borrow the houses I owned around that place,” Master suggested, which made me chuckle. “You must be joking, master, don’t tell me you own numerous houses at a different vacation site in our country?” I giggled, but he only looked at me. “W-What?! You really own that many houses?!” I wanted to faint because of what I heard, but that would be too embarrassing. “Why would it be a surprise? I’m the top billionaire in this country, I own half of this country,” He claimed, but I know that it’s absurd.

Now where to find him? He wasn’t in the room he had taken her the last time neither was he in the living room. She walked all over the house making the softest sound with her feet. The house was quiet, too quiet for a man with a busy job. He was one of the moving powers charging the engines of Gem Hills ’economy. He was also internationally known as one of the richest, youngest billionaires – number 4 maybe. He was hot and fawned over by cougars, hot models and teenage girls alike yet here he was in the countryside of Gem Hills hiding in a mansion. On the walls of the house hung pictures that looked like they were drawn by children, amateurish paintings that looked unbefitting for a man of h