Secretly Rich Man Gerald Novels & Stories

He moved towards the bathtub and held her hands and she was still startled beneath. Leo mirrowed through those experiences with many ladies at the bar or club during late evenings.The surrounding crowd of women swelling around him because he was known to be very rich and his company The Dante's appear to be one of the greatest in the country. Ladies would gladly go naked for him, and offer their body for a piece of gold but he sensed that Clara was more modest and this caught his attention deeply. He released her hands and stepped back with a confused look still written all over her face. She wondered if he had been possessed. She wouldn't have lost her cool, if he was rather apologetic but

I glanced at my watch "... three minutes." He rushed to his desk making calls. Jimmy stood by the door with an expressionless face. He only show emotions in my presence. I glanced at my watch again. Jude was kneeling in front of me - I didn't ask him to. Two minutes later, a short man with big tummy ran in. I guess he was the accountant. He joined Jude on his kneel. "Heard you embezzled millions from my company." They looked shocked each glancing at the other. They must have promised themselves to keep this a secret to their grave. My smile widen. If I couldn't take my anger out on those idiots Naomi was going on blind date with. I could take it out on this two losers.

Who didn't know Gerald? He was an businessman with a significant company in Singapore, specializing in heavy equipment. He was also the only son of a Singaporean conglomerate. His mother, however, was from Bandung. Growing up as an only child had made Gerald the golden boy in his family, so whatever he desired was usually granted by his parents. This continued into Gerald's adulthood. A life of wealth made him addicted to changing women frequently, purely to satisfy his lust. *** "Where's Frans?" Gerald asked as soon as Bianca appeared behind the door.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

“Mind if I reveal a few truths about you? You might even find it enlightening.” “What will it cost me, Gerald?” I asked pointedly, glancing back at Helena and Camille. “I see you picked that up pretty quickly.” Gerald chuckled, his laugh deep and throaty. “No charge. Any truths I reveal about ya, I’ll also know. That’s payment enough.” His words filled me with unease. What kind of truths might he reveal? How might they be used against me? Gerald wasn’t the man I thought he was, which begged the question; who was he?

I spread my arms out, “I’m afraid you came all this way for nothing, Gerald. The plan didn’t go the way you wanted.” “B-but,” his fingers twitch at his sides, restless. “What about the party? With all those rich people? You were wearing a yellow dress. He…he must like you. You should try harder,” his voice rises with desperation. “I’m going to be dead in a week if I can’t get some money!”

“Shhhhh” Gerald warned me with his hands. He signaled me to bring down my voice. He looked towards the stairs to confirm if somebody was coming. He moved closer to me and forced himself to seat with me. “Look, just go back to the mansion. I will see you there and sort all this”. Gerald was trying to negotiate. I wasn’t that dumb. I knew he wanted to keep our marriage secret because of his sick secretary and that was going to be my weapon.

“You are just a pauper. You can't own this many shares!” “Wake up, little nephew! How many times do I have to tell you that I am not a pauper?” I put my hands in my pockets. “For your information, I am The Gerald, owner of G-Tech and one of the top billionaires in this country!” “What!” Loud murmurs went up in the room. The directors looked at each other in disbelief. Only Susan, Max, and Rosemary were rather quiet. I studied Rosemary’s expression, but I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

They had always known there was more to Castor than met the eye, and now the truth had finally been unveiled. The evidence was compelling — phone records, financial transactions, and witness testimonies had all pointed to Castor's guilt. But it was a particular phone call that had sealed his fate. The police had intercepted a conversation that revealed the depths of his malevolence. On the television screen, the scene shifted to Castor sitting beside a luxurious private pool in Hawaii. The sun bathed him in its golden glow, but the man on the phone didn't have a care in the world. He was elated, for he had just received news that the life insurance money from Mrs. Mercy was now in his hands.

“She's going to have Bushmills. We are expanding your palate. I look at him and open my mouth to protest but get distracted by his profile. The man is handsome, from his dark hair and equally dark eyes to the black tie tucked into a three-button waistcoat. My eyes drop lower to the bulge in his pants. I swallow and remind myself that this is exactly why I'm sitting in this bar tonight. It hits me like a splash of mud from a taxi on my boots. I know exactly who he is, because he doesn't look all that different from the Forbes cover Tana had in her house a couple of months ago. I still remember the title: KARAS CRUSHES COMPETITION. Well, he certainly crushed the competition tonight. The wave o