The Billionaire Brain Wave Review Novels & Stories

Chapter twenty eight: True to his promise, Senator Sanders brought all hell loose on Xeto Technologies. And when the dust settled, I emerged victorious, clutching a hefty settlement of 10 million dollars and the sweet, sweet taste of justice. But the best part? I now had full copyright ownership of BrainBoost, the app that started it all. Guess who graduated high school swimming in money?

“This isn’t something we can fuck up.” “You think I don’t know that? But this is an intricate web of lies and accounts that are over my head, and that’s saying something.” “Do we know anything about Shiro Kenji or Braff?” I asked. “Shiro Kenji,” Holden read as he pulled out a sheet of paper from the pile. “A billionaire with a knack for funding conspiracy theorists. Other than that, nothing. Even the stuff from the warehouse is scrubbed. I’m only going off the screenshots I took when I was actively looking into him. Man, why did I have to stop that?”

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Her hands fell limp at sides as her head dropped in a small nod. “…as you can see, Mr. Fowler has doubled that figure in just six months and turned EcoWave into a multi-million dollar company,” someone said from a speaker somewhere. Her eyes went wide! “Oh, shit-.” A massive screen behind him lit up with rows of suited people with stiff faces, all clearly on a video call she hadn’t noticed before. She dropped instantly, ducking behind him like she could fold herself into the hardwood of his body. One hand flew to her mouth and she started biting her nails, wide-eyed and mortified.

“What’s wrong?” Nicole took a deep breath. “Add another zero to that.” Clayton gasped. The disbelief in his eyes was clearly expressed. He thought, ‘Could this be the infamous pregnancy brain? Nicole shouldn’t be so dumb…’ His gaze landed on her face. He hesitantly pursed his lips and spoke. “How generous of you....” Clayton, a perennial investor, did not even dare to make such an offer. How was a small company with unknown prospects worth $200 million?

he said to Mariana who was shocked with the revelation,how could a famous billionaire be having brain issues. "Don't you believe me?"Hector asked when he saw her expression."I believe you,I noticed something off about him,he acts like a psycho,oooohhh,so this is his secret,what led to this,he must have been suffering from this as a child."she replied showing a sympathetic face.

"I was willing to forgive you." "Forgive me?" He laughed again, louder this time. "I don't need your forgiveness, you stupid bitch. I needed your company. And thanks to those papers you signed so eagerly, I already sold it. The funds hit my offshore account an hour ago." I staggered as his words hit me hard. I refused to believe he would do something like that. "You sold Vance Inc? Brian, that was my father’s life!" "And now it's my retirement fund," he snapped without a sign of remorse.

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

Was that why he saw her guilt, her doubt, her hidden tremors, with a clarity no child should possess? Savannah wept at Mira-Eve’s bedside, her tears silent, her heart breaking under the mystery of a gift that felt more like a curse. *** Rhett alone pursued logic in the sea of wonder. He fastened electrodes to Lucien’s temples, charted waves, translated pulses of brain into language only machines could read. And what he found chilled even his practiced calm. The boy’s brainwaves were not human alone. They formed patterns too precise, harmonics too perfect. The screen shimmered with curves that danced in rhythm with a distant signal. Rhett cross-checked, triangulated, and then froze at the con

I turned it off completely, just powered down and shoved it in my pocket because I couldn't handle one more call or text or demand for my attention. The bet was public. Not just the existence of it but the details, the mechanics, the calculated cruelty of everything we'd done. And people were reacting exactly how you'd expect—with outrage and disgust and calls for consequences. #BillionaireBet was trending on T*****r. Think pieces were already being written. Someone had started a petition demanding we be banned from every private club in Manhattan.