The Billionaire And The Bellboy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He made a perfect bouquet. Old lady said, "Oh, handsome young man, you are very good! Are you the owner's husband?" "I am the owner's husband, the owner's baby's father, and the owner's future daughter's father. And I own this building. But today I am just assistant," Ethan said seriously. Old lady paid £50 and left, telling everyone on Portobello Road: "The billionaire is selling flowers! And his baby is drooling on roses!" Soon, a queue formed outside The Petal Pages. Not for flowers. For the billionaire flower assistant.

The media was still buzzing with my name, and I wasn’t in the mood to give them more fodder. Ultra sat at a corner table, his laptop open, blue light illuminating his sharp, almost hawkish features. Surrounding him was an array of gadgets and wires that made his table look like a tech shrine. He didn’t even glance up when I approached. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” he greeted, fingers flying across the keyboard. His voice carried that usual detached tone, as if I wasn’t his billionaire employer but just another piece of code he had to decipher. I pulled out the chair across from him and sat, shaking my head. “You could try starting with a hello.”

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

00 The seller dropped her phone and nearly fainted. Her assistant lunged to catch her. "I-I... That was real?" she whispered in disbelief. She picked up her phone with trembling hands and typed: [@billionairebaby: What else do you need? I can go to the mall and shop for luxury items for you. Just tell me what you want.] Jenna squealed in excitement. "Yes! Let's do that. This is way more fun than dealing with a bitter old man."

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

Said John “Although we’ve successfully claimed sixty-five percent of the shares, I’m afraid the Russos wont leave without a fight and to keep the company running, we will be needing a permanent investor” Mrs. Carter listened intently as the lawyer outlined the situation facing their family. With each word, her sense of resolve strengthened. She remembered her childhood friend, one of the biggest investors in New York, if she could get their son to marry her daughter it should go well. Across the neighborhood, in the sleek and modern confines of the Russo estate, a different scene is unfolding. Here, the morning air hummed with the quiet efficiency of modern technology, and the household sta

The manager turns to the poor girl who is shaking in her shoes, fearing for her minimal wage job. And suddenly guilt hits me. She is in trouble only because of me. Apparently, Elliot is big of an asshile who likes to practise his power over simple people who won't stand a chance against him. I stroke Milo's fur as my mind keeps racing, trying to come up with a solution to get rid of the dispute and show Elliot his place. "He is Mr. Elliot Ivanov. The youngest billionaire the world has seen and the most capable businessman of the decade." The manager announces. I can't help but scoff as a proud smile spreads through Elliot's lips.

Like it was waiting for something. Or someone. I swallowed hard, my heart thudding in my ears. This wasn’t just about money anymore. I had crossed into something else entirely. Bella’s eyes glinted as she leaned closer, her voice low. “In this place… the men who come here aren’t just rich. They’re billionaires. Trillionaires. They don’t pick just any girl off the street. They come here to choose… for themselves.” Her friend, perched on a velvet chair with a glass of something golden in her hand, nodded at Bella and then turned her gaze toward me. “She’s supposed to be wearing designer clothes,” the friend said, as if testing Bella.

I asked again, trying not to gulp. The man stepped forward, smirk tugging his lips. “I’m John Bells,” he said, each syllable loaded with smug satisfaction. “CEO of Bells Corporation. Ring a bell?” I froze. No. That John Bells? The cold-hearted billionaire who ruled the business world with a Rolex-wrapped fist? The same man whose name haunted headlines and boardrooms like a ghost of ambition? I swallowed a mouthful of panic and prayed my legs didn’t fold. “Wow,” I managed, letting out a sharp breath. “Just... wow.”

Just as I was about to speak, he handed me over to his bodyguards and walked towards the guy who seemed to be laughing mischievously. “And so…who the fuck do you think you are?!” The guy was not done talking when he got punched instantly, causing his nose to bleed as everyone shouted in awe. “Wooahh,” Just as they were still in a fistfight, I could hear some ladies admiring my one-night stand from behind as my wolf sense heightened. “Mr. Lucian…woah! He's the youngest billionaire ever. And he has been single for a long time. She must be a lucky one,” one of the females standing behind me whispered to her friend