Novel & Cerita Sports Of The Wealthy

Each dish was paired with a corresponding wine or cocktail, curated by sommeliers from France, Argentina, and South Africa. Entertainment was equally luxurious. A full orchestra from Vienna played live. There were also aerial silk performers, a synchronized drone light show inside the hall, and private exhibits of rare art and jewelry loaned from global museums for the night. Meanwhile, Jenna's scandal had all but faded. The fire of the media circus had been replaced by a new obsession—@billionairebaby. Everyone wanted to know who she was. Talk shows speculated daily. YouTubers created theories. Even seasoned hosts of reality shows gushed about the mysterious woman who casually dropped billi

I sat in a corner, Carl and two other friends with me. “The richest? I thought the Williams family was at the top in terms of wealth and influence,” one of the boys said. Carl leaned back against the locker behind him and shrugged. “The Williamses are old money,” he said calmly. “But the Clementines have been climbing fast these past few years.” “That’s what I heard too!” August continued excitedly. “Apparently their businesses are everywhere now. Sports investments, media companies, training facilities… even professional teams.” One of the rookies whistled. “So why are we talking about them in a hockey locker room?”

Cam stirred slightly, cooing in his sleep, and I gently rocked him, my hand smoothing over his curls. The sound of a distant whistle from the nearby sports field caught my attention, and I noticed a group of men practicing; their movements were sharp, synchronised, and focused. It reminded me of the upcoming annual sports competition that was coming up in the next two days; it was an event that brought together the most influential people in the city. The competition was a big deal, sponsored by the wealthiest CEOs and business moguls, and everyone who was anyone attended. Although they saw it as an opportunity to bet on players in their favourite sport.

"And Dr. Voss, this isn't just a battle against Marcus." I knew what was coming. "The Lang family." She nodded heavily. "Enormous wealth doesn't protect people. Enormous wealth protects itself." "They'll underwrite Sophia." "They will underwrite appearances." I frowned, my clinical brain parsing the distinction. "What's the difference?" "A great deal in Riverside Heights," she said. "Wealthy dynasties don't necessarily care about the sanctity of love or affairs. They care about the curation of scandal." "Meaning?"

The VIP pavilion at the Annual Heritage Gold Cup was a sea of old-money luxury. Set against the rolling, manicured green fields, the massive white silk tents were filled with the city’s most elite dynasties. Emerald-draped tables held crystal flutes of champagne, and the air hummed with the quiet, devastating weapon of high-society gossip. The morning’s tabloid scandal was the only topic of conversation.

He said with a chuckle. “Yeah right I guess!” I simply said with a smile, although my mind had wondered off to how I was gonna ask about the man who just walked in. I didn't know much about balls as I hadn't attended one myself, so whatever he said right now was true. “People just use these things to network and build relationships, they have forgotten tradition,” he finally said as he took a final sip of his wine and slowly dropped it on the table. “Shouldn't that be the main reason for the event?” I chuckled out as I spoke. As long as I have known wealthy people, they were way too strategic to do things for the fun of it, it all boiled down to one thing, making more money and gathering inf

“Not just any auction, but a high-profile one, inviting only the wealthiest, most influential guests, for example, CEOs, politicians, and celebrities. The idea is to establish deeper business connections, improve our public image, and, of course, raise a significant amount of funds for our upcoming projects. A prestigious event like this would not only elevate our brand but ensure that our competitors remain beneath us.” I didn't say anything for a while. Some of his words sounded absurd. Raise a significant amount of funds? I didn’t need to, I could raise billions if I wanted to right now. Competitors? There were none that could surpass me at the moment. Perhaps Theodore’s company. Like my

Whenever I paid a visit to her, she would often mention a bar located just down the street from her house. She used to describe it as a peaceful and quiet place where individuals could go to soothe their troubled minds whenever they were feeling anxious or upset. "Grandma, you just miss the drinks", I would tease her. "I hope you won't visit it behind my back", she would tease back. "Oh! Grandma you know I don't have time for that". "You should make time to live a little, don't deny yourself of life" she said, cupping my hands, and with a tint of guilt in her eyes.

"You can mess with anyone else, but that psycho woman from the Robertson family? Better keep your distance!" Chetvine never lacked spoiled rich kids. They lived off their fathers' or grandfathers' achievements, lounging on their family's glory, eating well and drinking fine wine for generations without lifting a finger. In their spare time, these wealthy heirs had nothing better to do than show off their money and pursue women. They loved keeping track of which family's daughter was hooking up with whom. However, what really got these rich heirs talking was the ultimate spectacle: the battles between Chetvine's prodigies, where martial arts prowess determined your standing in the social hier

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”