Secretly Rich Man Gerald Novels & Stories

“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?”

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

he told Gerald. Gerald's chin m trembled for a bit, his nostrils flaring. He ran his fingers through his hair, cursing under his hair as he glanced away. “Fuck.” He turned to Lucien. “Fine. What do you want? You want me to keep on hiding your secret? Fine. It’s not like the fallback won’t also affect me if it goes out.” Lucien’s laughter was loud and mirthless. “My secret? Really? Really, Gerald?”

I retorted sharply. “That’s where you lose,” Gerald said calmly. I glared at him. “You refuse to know who Richard really is,” he continued, “and why he can’t help you, even if he wanted to.” I chuckled. “So, you think you can stop him?” Gerald’s gaze hardened. “You really don’t know, do you?” “Know what?” I asked. He sank back in his chair, studied me for a long moment, then said, “Richard is a prowler.”

I asked as we drove out of the first gate. "There are the likes of Gerald who are untouchables, they control the politics and the war all of it and to them it's business as usual" The butler was always busy, we didn't get much time to talk yet that day he seemed to be inviting me to a banter. "So how powerful is Gerald?" "You really want to know?" "Yeah try me" I said confidently. "Gerald belongs to a group of the rich and effluent of this town, the likes of Ben Richards in the Billionaire’s Resurrection..."

I read the section multiple times, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Ten grand? Plus I had to stay in this lavish mansion. It all felt too good to be true, but he didn’t look like someone who would be fazed by that amount. He was obviously rich, but to think he was this rich… I paused. Recalling how Mr. Gerald was killed. Of course. He was an assassin. Every dime he earned was at the cost of someone’s life. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, reality giving me a hard blow in the gut.

Richard did not listen to him and went on to check every time just in case he would be required to buy a missing item later. Mateo found himself a seat and watched his dear best friend closely with all the patience in the world. But as soon as he was done, he repeated the previous question. "Is she the one?" It took a while before Richard admitted to his guess because there were other secrets he had to reveal as well. "She is Gerald's wife." "Gerald?" Mateo frowned. "The Gerald I know? The one making rounds on the internet and generating income for the bloggers because of his cheating scandal? Your nephew?"

He let out a controlled laughter. Sienna felt as if her world was about to collapse. She felt that the whole room was suddenly spinning way too fast. Gerald was plotting against his own company, just for some cash? Sienna couldn’t believe her ears. But why? Sienna couldn’t understand why some people would go to any extent just to become filthy rich. Perhaps money meant more to them than being honest did. Her fingertips started to turn white as her grip tightened around the door knob. Looks like, her judgement about Gerald was wrong.

Gerald then looked at her closely and tried to give her secret through just a glance but apparently Emily still didn't understand either. "So, that's the first explanation, but I'm sure if you have guessed the next secret which is quite big even in my opinion," Gerald muttered at once. Hearing this, Emily didn't understand. Oh, what riddle is this again? "Umm, I'm not good at guessing. So what?" she asked then. You can see the man staring at all the sides that are around them at this time. After Gerald felt safe, he immediately drew closer to Emily. "I.. gay," Gerald answered then and immediately Emily was silent for a moment. Ah, so it seems the secret is...

Gerald scoffed pushing the door aside and a badging in, he sat down on a chair opposite Emmy’s desk and crossed his legs in a manly manner, Emmy tried to hide her surprise and also tried to control her shaky hands beneath the table. “ I’m here to get my children and to know where you are hiding them” Gerald spluttered out between cold heartless stares and gritted teeth, he tried to ignore the fact that he just couldn’t understand how she had suddenly gotten to the top and owned a fashion mall after few days of running away from him. Emerald stared hard at him masking up her fears with a haughty stare “ You don’t just badge in here and shout on my secretary you should learn how to act respons