Runaway Billionaire 소설 & 이야기

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

She covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to release an exclamation of surprise for everyone else in the office to hear. "Are you okay?" one of the ladies in the cubicle beside her asked. "Yeah," Emily said. "It's just a cough." She had expected maybe a social media account or two for his personal page or his business. But there were countless entries about him. The articles that came up about Byron Pomeroy talked about a ruthless billionaire who destroyed his competition and shut down entire corporations if his coffee happened to be served one degree colder than usual. He owned a whole empire of companies, and Emily thought it was amazing she hadn't heard of him before. Of course, she

I held the bridge of my nose as I waited for it. "What did you do to my Atalante boy?" Please tell me he hasn't found a way to fuck up an eight million dollar car. "What's the big deal it doesn't even run? But uh, I think I might've done something to it." He held up his hands and stepped backward away from me and out of the room.

Apparently, the broadcast is a rerun and she’s grateful that it is being aired now. She takes her time and downloads all the available information about him, which she is still surprised are good things he's done. From everything written here, he’s a self-made billionaire, who is heavily invested in humanitarian work and research. According to this article, he’s a selfless enthusiast who hopes to change and make the world a much better place and many other wealthy billionaires in the country have joined him in the quest. How bad can he be? Neriah washes her sobbing eyes and puts a little makeup on and ties her messy hair into a side ponytail. She grabs her sneakers and after putting them on,

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

“One million dollars. You give me that, and I’ll walk away. No more threats, no more visits, no more bombs near your pretty boyfriend’s office. You and your billionaire can live your fairy tale in peace.” River’s chest constricted. “One million dollars? You think I have that kind of money lying around?” “I know you don’t,” Dominic replied, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But your boyfriend does. What’s his name again? Jace Maddox, the autistic billionaire tech genius who can buy half the city if he wants to?” “Don’t you dare touch him,” River snapped, voice trembling with fury.

Ashley’s screams echoed down the hallway as Maya walked away, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Tears rolled down Maya’s eyes as she remembers all what she went through because of her, and she wiped them away with her finger before putting on her sunglasses. As she walked out of the hospital, a news played on the television screen with the tag: the youngest billionaire in the world, Lance Wells, had returned to the country with his two daughters after a successful launch in Beijing.

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.