Secret Billionaire Comic Free Novels & Stories

The door was shut with a bang. I chuckled, mentally jotting down to search this Sebastian Ricci and hack a little into his life. Thinking of one billionaire, made me think of another one Alex Bianchi. I hadn’t met him after Tuesday, he probably worked in his office and didn’t trouble himself with coming to the third floor of fifth building where the technical security hackers sat.

A smile spread across my cheeks as I read through the blog. “Sebastian Hartley, the soon-to-be CEO of the Hartley Group of Companies.” Everything good was written about him—aside from his coldness. But that’s expected, considering he’s a billionaire. “Can I share in your joy?” Zara asked, drawing my attention. “It’s nothing,” I lied. She admires Sebastian too—so much that she’d want him between her thighs. “Oh, okay,” she muttered. I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog.

“They're not even going to try and place some of this on you. With me there they won't even bother. I could easily bury the entire Police Department with motions and files again them a matter of a week they would be so overwhelmed that they wouldn't even know what side is up. That is only one of the very few benefits to having a billionaire on your side. Everything else just seems to be more of a waste.” “You're not going to do that.” Kelly said if she looked at him. He just looked at her and check out the little bit knowing that he could easily bury the entire state with lawsuits and paperwork. Part of the perks of being what he was meant that he was able to access secrets for every single

Getting this amount in cash was a fucking nightmare, so I really hope it's worth it, "They'll be fully yours, no questions asked and no one will ever know what happened in here." "Okay," she mumbles a few seconds later, "Do I have to agree to know what your secret is?" "Yep," I reply. She closes her eyes, but after thinking about it, she nods, "You're smart. And now you're half a million dollars richer." "I guess I am.... so what's your secret?" she asks with bright, interested eyes. I think she wants to know the secret more than she wants the money. "You know I'm dating Theodore Heiden?" I start, she nods, "Well, my secret is that I'm also dating his good friend Liam Fierro, you know who he

What's the guarantee that I would be allowed to move freely when I eventually get married into a billionaire home? There was every possibility that all my activities would be monitored and I won't be able to come to this hideout to paint. So the best thing was to come clean with them. Most especially, Sterling. He might be of good help. “I will advise you to tell your fiancé. It might be the one good boost you need to showcase your work to the world. Remember, he is a billionaire. He also has a sister who has millions of followers… I mean thirty-five million loyal followers. So, what do you say?”

She whispered in shock, "Marcelo, are you out of your mind? The winery, at its best, is worth half a billion!" Five hundred million, not another cent more! Marcelo, noticing Renee’s grip on his sleeve, chose not to ask her to let go. "Mrs. King, consider this as me letting you know that I am a billionaire so spend my money." Renee was speechless, her earlier attempts at inflating auction prices paling in comparison to Marcelo’s lavish expenditure. She knew he was wealthy because he owned KM Group but a lot of people didn’t know that and so they often underestimated him.

The First Day at work. Olivia. I stood in front of the gleaming glass doors of Kensington towers, a skyscraper that dominated the upper East Side of the New York skyline. I looked up at the big building that I could bet had over Sixty floors with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Today was the first day of my new job as the secretary to Jake Anderson, one of the most influential billionaires in the world. Ofcourse everyone had heard of Jake or seen him in blogs and articles. He was well known for a number of things apart from his billionaire status.i had spent the past week and the whole of last night preparing for those day.

The one directly across from me. Travis took the spot next to John, already deep in MIT talk. The rest of dinner was… a blur. Beth and John fawned over Evelyn. Asked about her travels. Her skincare regimen. Her perfume preferences. Dean and I sat quietly, our fingers intertwined under the table, hidden from view. His thumb kept brushing mine in small, steady motions. I barely spoke. No one asked me much. No one looked at me for long. I was just… there. The secretary who’d somehow found her way into a billionaire’s living room.

I flipped my hair dripping water everywhere and walked towards the closet. Shit! There was nothing of my size in here. “I don't have anything to wear!” I yelled and he came running towards the closet. Wow!I really have this man dead to right. Wrapped around my fingers. “Fuck!” He slammed his forehead. “I can have something sent over in an hour,” he said and my eyes widened. “From my place, absolutely not,” I almost screamed and he laughed walking towards me. “Not from your place silly,” he wrapped his hands around me. “You seem to have forgotten your new secret man is a billionaire,” he said with a smirk.

Why in the hell hadn’t they told her about their money? Josie seemed to have the same thought, scrunching her face in a weird expression. “Huh. What a supremely odd thing to hide from you. I mean, their whole knowing each other and double-teaming you secret was strange, but I can at least understand it. It’s really out there, and they didn’t know how to approach it, and in typical clueless man style they butchered it.” Laura’s turn to snort. “But this? I mean, wouldn’t most guys consider being a fucking billionaire something to gloat about?”