Novel & Cerita Sports Of The Wealthy

All eyes lingered expectantly on the sweeping staircase, anticipating to witness the coming of power, wealth, and heritage in the figure of the man everyone thought was untouchable—Alexander Hemsworth. Their applause filled the room as Alexander Hemsworth appeared in the middle of the ballroom, the golden lights dancing across the crisp cut of his midnight-black tuxedo. Tall and commanding, he looked every inch the man his city adored—one of Nashville’s greatest billionaires, a real estate mogul and business tycoon whose generosity had built hospitals, schools, and community centres across West Ville. Ranked number four among the world’s richest men and the unrivalled number one in Nashville

Everyone around me was sipping champagne or something equally bubbly, their laughter lilting through the private stands of the polo tournament like some perfect symphony of old money. I was bored out of my mind. Francesco’s father had organized the event, as he did every year. It was one of those elite traditions where nobody really cared who won the match, only that they got to show off their wealth to others attending in subtle ways while savoring the Michelin-starred catering. I sat on one of the shaded benches near the edge of the seating area, sipping a lukewarm glass of mango juice someone had handed me. The only thing entertaining me was the glorious chaos unfolding online.

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

You never know where the ball will land, or in this case, when they would eventually stroll through their front door. It was a great effort from me, though, trying to be timely for the first day of work. I honestly am proud of myself. I applaud myself. However, when it comes to wealthy individuals, predictability goes out the window. They are, like, a breed of their own, with schedules that seem to operate in an alternate reality. They could be sipping coffee in Paris one moment and organizing impromptu yacht parties the next in Mykonos next. Huh. Such fun lives they lead. .

He is the desire of the women around him and not the other way around. He is Randall Dievyl Alejandro—a successful businessman. He was at his finest! Handsome and rich. And he did not know if the last word to describe him was a curse or a blessing. Because he knew that was what women liked most about him. His money. Sports gear and computer designed games are the products of Alejandro Sports Corporation, which he owned.

I wouldn’t have known that he owned those cars if not for that incident that caused him to use one of the cars. The truth was that only someone who was really close to Chase Maddox would actually know this fact about him, and my dad sounded like he was sure about what he was saying. “Oh, come off it, Carmen,” Lori responded. “Sports is a game of wealth; that is a general knowledge, or you can point me out to any wretched sports player,” she requested. When I didn’t give a response, she continued. “Coupled with the fact that he is popular, and his recent endorsement deal,” she continued. “I know these things, Carmen,” she finished.

But by then, I was already made into a product for Babylon. And the customers? The shoddiest, wealthiest people on the planet, a breed of monsters with ancestral wealth that is just too oppressive to contemplate. Nouveau-riche tech moguls, old money businessmen, crime syndicate bosses, money-grabbing politicians… people with net-worths that can lift a generation of others from poverty. Yes, those kinds of people. Yet money was not enough.

Agreed that Chloe deserved the nickname Medusa, because all she did was throw temper tantrums. The tapping sound of loafers echoed throughout the room. A Richard Smith had arrived with more than four bodyguards and several directors at his side. The wealthy man's bodyguards wore all black, while the directors were more varied, some wearing gray, white, and black suits but with different styles from the bodyguards. Richard Smith wore a gray custom suit whose price is unimaginable for someone who has to pay in installments for three years to buy a house. The loafers he wore were black with gray accents to match his outfit. The shop crew lined up on the right and left, welcoming the group of ri

“You mean the largest sports event in the world?” “Yep. It’s currently in motion, and will be held next year. It’s organized by the wealthiest men across the globe.” I start the car and hit the road. “Which also means more money and more fame for those involved.” “Correct. Due to the fact that there are bigger competition around the world, Lupin Automobile has never had the opportunity to be sponsored in the race. Zeath will be eager. No, he’ll be desperate to have this since he still doesn’t have a son.”

Damian was known for being a shrewd businessman who never did anything without an ulterior motive. Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Damian spoke again. "There is one thing I would like in return, Scarlett," he muttered. Scarlett listened as Damian made his offer, a generous one at that, but she couldn't help but feel that there was something about him. As much as she appreciated his offer, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something. Damian had always been known for his shrewd business skills and it was common knowledge that he never did anything without an ulterior motive. Scarlett couldn't help but wonder what he expected in return for his kindness.