Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Marni Mann

I smirked and turned around to wait for her first order. “Um… can you please get the pan?” I did as I was told and we worked together till dinner was ready. When everything was packaged into the refrigerator and she was gone with her own portion I insisted she carried, I settled into my favorite armchair in my living room and turned on my phone. The headlines flooded my screen just like I had predicted: Manhattan’s most eligible billionaire found grocery shopping with an unknown woman by his side. Popular billionaire Alessio Castelli caught on the streets of Manhattan with a new female companion who looks nothing like his usual type.

That father is a man I walked away from on a sidewalk two hours ago, and the walking away felt like dignity at the time but feels like something else now. "— yeah, Fred's taking me to see this guy tomorrow," Manny is saying, scrolling his phone. "Rich guy, supposed to be connected, maybe can sort something out for the furniture line. Let me see— " He finds it and looks up. "Alex Logan, yeah, that's his name." Charles lets out a short, expressive sound. "The billionaire? The jerk? The running billionaire?" Manny laughs like this is a well-established reputation. My mouth opens, my heart skipping. What the hell?

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

"Holy shit!" She gasped, turning the screen toward me, where the announcement post was going viral on I*******m: “SOCIALITE, ARTIST AND MODEL CHARLOTTE MILLER ALL SET TO MARRY XEROS MARTINEZ: A BILLIONAIRE WITH A DARK PAST.” “What… how is this possible?” He was the scary, infamous heir of the Marinez Empire, who was rumoured to handle all their illegal dealings. How had the Millers agreed on this arrangement?

The man have off an air that commanded submission and he looked like he took delight in seeing people succumb to his dominance. For that very reason, I refused to buckle and I gave him a leveled gaze of my own. "I'm so sorry, Mister. I never intended for something like that to happen. I didn't do it on purpose. But if you insist, how about you give me your account details and I wire the money for the laundry to you." The man cocked his head, seemingly amused and entertained at my words. "Are you sure you can pay for my laundry? I think what you should be worrying about is if the stain would go off at all."

They walked past the tables until they reached a dark corner with a lift. "We'll be going up, Zeno," Florence said, pressing the button. The ride to the 50th floor was the most awkward moment of Zeno's life. When the doors opened, Florence led him down a long hallway to room 366. She swiped the card and ushered Zeno inside. Zeno was stunned by the suite. It was decorated with luxury worth over a billion. He had yet to discover what exactly gave the Orions this unbelievable amount of money. "Sit," Meyer said, pointing to a white sofa.

"Everything I did... I did all that for the good of the company. I thought you would be proud of me. We just landed the opportunity to meet with THE Zachary Vanderbilt! What are you angry at ne for?" Snap! Oh God. He just snapped the pen in his hands. His hands were clenched so tight, his knuckles turned white. "Maddison." He said. "Y... Yes sir?" "Who is the richest man in new york city?" "Uh... Carmen Deuce... Sir." "How old is he, Maddie?" "Uhm... He's seventy two?" "Who is the second richest?" "Zachary Vanderbilt..." I answered, unsure where he was going with this.

Vanessa continued speaking like a professional host. “Tonight we’re inside the home of the famous billionaire Alexander Wolfe and his brand-new wife, Amara Cole.” My pulse raced. “How many people are watching this?” I asked quietly. Vanessa shrugged. “Thousands.” The cameraman zoomed closer. Alexander’s voice turned cold. “You’re committing multiple crimes right now.” Vanessa ignored him. Instead, she held up her phone toward the camera. “Many of you already know the scandal surrounding Mr. Wolfe’s offshore accounts.” My chest tightened.

I shrugged, “ I never knew he had done so much, he gave me a tip but they own this estate, what do you think is the possibility of me ever meeting him? I don't even know what to think or believe right now.” “ That has to be the reason why his mannerism is perfect, he is the most eligible single billionaire in Switzerland, and he is single. Everyone has tried to throw himself at him, but it just doesn't work.”Genevieve recounted. “ Well, it seems he has a type.” I couldn't help but blurt it out because what was I to say at the moment. “ Pregnant women obviously because I am pregnant.” “ That has me shocked, I don't even know what to say, are you sure no one has gotten the clip about this? The

“You’re a billionaire. You can afford it. After all you’re in charge of the company” “You’re pathetic.” I looked at him disgusted. “Maybe. But I’m also smart. You’ve got a lot to lose. A new life. A new girl. A fake marriage that’s starting to feel real.” He leaned in closer. “I wonder what she’ll do when she finds out the truth,” Ian said. “That you married her because she looks like Alice, your dead wife” I stood up. “I’ll transfer the money,” I said. “But stay away from her.”