Novel & Cerita Sebastian Klein Billionaire

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

"Your son, for instance. Do you know what his organs are worth on the international market? His heart alone, young, healthy, perfect, untainted by any disease, could fetch three million dollars from the right buyer. His liver, both kidneys, his corneas, even his skin tissue. All together?" She smiled, and it was the most terrible thing I'd ever seen. "Let's just say I've already received several very competitive bids. There's a Sheikh in Dubai who's been waiting for a heart match for his grandson. Your Eli is perfect." My vision blurred with tears and rage so intense I thought I might vomit. "Liam signed over everything. You got what you wanted. The money, the company, all of it."

I didn’t have many friends here and she was the only one who was close to being a friend here. “Isabella?” I heard Emily me as I turned around to look at her. What did she want? “Yes?” I said folding my arms as I looked at her. ‘Listen, I know that this is your life and probably don’t want me meddling in, but Sebastian is one of the top three under 40 billionaires. I am not trying to say your idea is bad, but an I*******m picture isn’t just fitting to announce his engagement” She said trying to sound as cool as she can be, and I scoffed looking at her.

"Yes, you heard me right — you are sister is dating me." A smile appears on Nathan's lips. He always wanted her sister to date someone and has fun in her life, but Angelina was always busy taking care of him, and he always regretted that her sister was ruining her whole life to take care of him. "Is he your boyfriend?" Nathan looked at Angelina. Angelina and Sebastian shared a look; Sebastian is curious to hear her reply. There are a lot of things running through her mind right now. Sebastian Richardson is one of the billionaires of the city and a successful businessman. He took a step down and proposed to me for marriage, even though he wanted to fulfill his grandfather's wish. Mr. Richards

Max continued, “It’s not like we are rich like you. You’re a billionaire, Sebastian. I’m sure you can get a wife who belongs to the same world as you. So why my daughter? Answer me truthfully.” Sebastian met Max’s eyes without flinching. “I’ll also come to the point,” he said, his tone grave. “The truth is—I love her. I love her more than I love myself. There’s no motive behind this, Max.” He leaned forward, fingers loosely clasped. “As for being a billionaire... I wasn’t always one. You know that very well. I didn’t come from wealth. I built everything from scratch. I don’t care about money. I don’t want status. I want love. I want Petal.”

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.

Kyle spoke about to call Sebastian bastard. "That's Sebastian." He corrected. "I also have no intentions of pleasing the likes of any of you. Anna already knows my worth and that's all that matters." Sebastian smugly taunted the three. "Piece of shit." Kyle mumbled. "Anna has pledged to have a lot of kids and with kids comes expenses. I would like to know what your net worth is?" Marco ignored Sebastian's taunt and proceeded to asking more dumbass questions. "My net worth is actually four hundred thousand dollars." Sebastian bragged making sure to answer this question smugly.

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”

The caption beneath read: “Victor Westbrook partners with fallen media giant, Elliot Blake, to launch NeuroGenesis Research Initiative.” Ariana’s blood turned to ice. Blake...? She whispered the name, lips trembling. Her cursor hovered over the article. And just before she could click… Her laptop screen flickered. Then went black.

Kensington, Alexander. Alistair's mouth tightened. After letting the phone ring twice and then three times, he hit the accept button. "Papa." He spoke in a calm, expectant, and detached tone. On the other end, a low exhale. Not impatience. computation. "You've probably seen the headlines." He didn't sense the tranquilly that Alistair exuded as he leaned back in his chair. "I don't waste time on rumours." A scathing laugh devoid of humour. "Stalk?" Alexander thought. "Every screen in the nation has your name on it. "The covert marriage of billionaire Alistair Kensington." A pause. "To a nobody."