Rumah Miliarder Novels & Stories

With peace and quietness, he could concentrate on his work and hear himself think. His family owns the whole building but their company uses the upper ten floors the rest were leased out to other businesses. His father owns buildings like the fifty-story building he was walking on in several places around the city and that is not all. They also own a lot of residential buildings and hotel restaurants. Reporters dubbed him jack of all trades and master of none because Rivers Empire has their hand in almost anything in the city. As of the last time wall street did its annual journal, they were ranked one of the top five richest families in the city and they came into that rank all thanks to hi

I recounted the family's history, Edward's legend, and the challenges and efforts we've faced over the years. Discussing these topics took very little time. James had coached me. "Keep their imagination of Aesthete alive. What do people associate with a tycoon? Money, champagne, luxury cars... How many would imagine a tycoon waking up early for work and working long hours? Your explanations that don't fit their expectations might make them doubt everything else you say." The key point to focus on next...

He even shook his head when he saw his childhood photo lined up on the table. “This is wonderful! It's like a dream to be a billionaire! Now no one will insult me ​​anymore!” William muttered in his heart and he was still not satisfied to go through every corner of the room because the room was too spacious and complete. Meanwhile, Audrey and Mrs. Hans are still in the disappointment of being left by the gardener who has served for many years and William, who has always been her maid during her husband's time. “Audrey, I would rather not let this golden opportunity go away! We have to enlarge our company by approaching William! Do you know Mr. Joyce's house? Bless. Mrs. Hans said excitedly.

Obviously he lives in a mansion right in the middle of Mayfair. I guess there is no other way to describe his home other than to say it is exactly what someone would expect from a Russian billionaire. Lofty ceilings, granite floors, leather walls, marble pillars, intricate moldings, all designer inspired and executed from head to toe. His housekeeper, Yana, comes out to the hallway to greet me. She is polite but stiff. She offers a tour, but I decline, so she takes me upstairs to my room. The room is cream and gold. It looks totally pristine. As if no one has ever lived in it.

"Huh?" "Listen," he said and sat on the bed properly. "My mom's company got bankrupt after she gave birth to me. That time, everyone turned their back on her including Lolita Stone, her best friend. But your father, Mr. Stan Rodriguez, invested in my mom's company. Your dad trusted my mom. He invested a huge amount of money, helping my mom's company…" My lips parted as I started to realize what he's trying to imply. He laughed happily. "Babe, you have a share in the Muller Group."

I want to just be a better person for myself and own a small boutique full of beautiful flowers and live in a small moderate house with a husband that loves me. Whilst, my family are globally known in the business industry for all sorts of contracts and allowing Miller Cooperation to grow to one of the leading business globally. Especially my sister, who is nothing like me at all. She loves being the center of attention and have men falling to her feet worshipping her beauty. Whilst, I like to curl up in my room reading a book about true love and daydreaming about my future love life.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

“And this has to do with me?” “I want you to marry me.” The café seemed to tilt. She laughed. Loudly. “That’s insane.” He reached into his coat and placed a folded document on the table. A check. Her laughter died. The amount made her dizzy. Half a million dollars. “I’ll cover your mother’s medical bills,” he said. “All of them. Immediately. The rest is yours.” Her hands trembled. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” “That’s supposed to convince me?”

My eyes zero in on the fifth name. Jei Clementine. Spoilt son of a billionaire father. Filthy rich and pampered. Unlike him, I am not spoilt. I take calculated risks, make informed decisions. Rumours have it that his father threatened to disown him if he continued philandering. Jei is desperate, he needs a reliable company to invest in. To show his father he is making good use of his inheritance asides from spending it on strippers and unreasonable purchases.