Secretly Rich Man Gerald Novels & Stories

Hearing her plead with me to find a way out of this made me pity her. Her father cleared his throat. “She’ll come around,” he said, “She’s just emotional, she’ll adjust.” “They always adjust,” my father replied. I said nothing. I wasn’t angry, I was shaken because the truth was hard to ignore. Mila Gerald was the woman from the club and she didn’t remember me at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked tonight. Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders. Her green dress was simple but it hugged her curves perfectly.

They had fun even though they were actually in a grieving situation. “My dear Virginia…” Gerald called his husband with his sweet voice. “Yes, my dear Gerald?” Virginia replied with her happy voice. “You must stay alive. I will inherit all of my wealth to you. You don’t need to continue to work as a leader in my mafia clan anymore. You are free to do anything you want out there. This will be my final request.” Gerald told Virginia about his last wish. “Would yu accept it?”

she shook her head negatively but I could sense that something was fishy. I squinted my eyes at her but brushed it off my mind, opened the door and left the bedroom. I hurried to the kitchen, packaged the remnant of last night's cookies into my bag then left the house. *** Lila Austin, my second best friend, and I arrived at 'RICARDO International' where I worked as the Billionaire, Kade Ricardo's secretary. It was the best thing of my life to be so fortunate to be his secretary. "Thanks for covering up for me yesterday," Lila reiterated when we got into the company.

The old man immediately glanced at his secretary and the other old man explained the information he had obtained, "Second Young Miss was gifted a rare diamond from Africa, so she indirectly helped that woman named Berliana. I've already sent my men to investigate during this week, it seems that Berliana and her team are making plans to harm Mr. Dean's wife. And that's in two days, after we tapped the restaurant where they met today." "Okay." said the old man. Then he looked at Dean and asked casually, "What do you want for the Wilson family?" Dean showed a mysterious smile, "Grandpa must have known my character." "A ruin." "Don't you want to buy the Wilson family's shares? That could make th

Dean said before I knocked. He looked up from his desk with an expression that tried very hard to be kind. “You look tired,” he said. “Sit.” I sat. “You left the party early last night,” he continued. “Without telling me.” “I had a family emergency.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. “Everything okay now?” “Yes.” “Good.” He leaned back in his chair. “You know I don’t like surprises.” “I understand.” “Do you?” he asked. “Because you’re visible, Jalen. Clients notice you. Investors notice you. When you move without informing me, it reflects poorly.”

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

The other's start to fire business names at each other, all of them getting rejected before Tyler looks speaks, "What about Kingston's Ltd?" I choke on my water as I hysterically hit my chest to calm down. My eyes scan their appearances before looking back at Tyler, "No way!". At this point I was rejecting his idea but they all seemed to have misunderstood this as enthusiasm. "Oh my God, it's perfect. Wasn't the owner declared the richest person in the world like last year?" Lena screeches near my ear.

I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog. “No known relationship status.” That line caught me. He has no woman in his life? That’s surprising. Other billionaires usually have countless exes, but he seems different. That’s another reason why I’m drawn to him. An example of a typical wealthy man is Ryker. That fool changes women like he changes his boxers. I feel disgusted remembering how desperate I was, and how I ended up giving that eel my pride. I read more blogs on other celebrities, even Mena.

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

“If you had to select between cherish or cash which would you pick?” “Love, all the way,” he replied rapidly. “I regard cash and everything it can do. It’s a essential fiendish. But indeed the wealthiest man is constrained in terms of love.” Another see they had in common. However, here they were, dressed like eminence, in the back corner of a bar secured in books. Maybe they were fair deceivers. It was a parcel less demanding to say cash didn’t matter when you had bounty in the bank. “Can I get you another glass of wine?”