The Billionaire Next Door Novels & Stories

Hannah said. "No, please; let’s just hold you. It doesn’t cost us anything.” I responded. We entered my mansion; the gateman had opened the door, and the beauty and splendor of our environment came out so nicely, and everything was blooming and colorful. It was obvious that they entered a billionaire’s house because there was evidence to show for it. As I said, Hannah is not always moved by materialistic things, so all those things do not really matter to her; she just looks at them and looks away.

Not a billionaire's daughter. ______________________________________ Next will be updated on friday, keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

This guy must be extremely wealthy, I thought for a second. I sat down at the passenger seat. The strong rush of air conditioning coming from the vents, were mixed with his cologne. He smelled like a meadow after a summer rainstorm. We drove inside the parking lot of one of the most expensive apartment complexes in the city. My mouth dropped in awe at the luxury this place held. He packed the car and came around to open my door once again. He helped me stand, then placed his hand at my lower back bringing me closer to him.

Theme: Billionaire and the Nanny "Mr. Stan!" Poppy flushed, covering her tits at the sight of her billionaire boss standing by the hot tub. She had been caught red-handed. She was supposed to be babysitting the hot nerdy Ethan Stan's son—Eric but little Eric fell asleep, and Poppy was bored. She had wandered around the mansion, one of the wealthiest homes in the entire world, and had found Ethan Stan's extremely large jacuzzi.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

“He’s a drop dead handsome billionaire that anyone with common sense would want in their pocket, and you’re moving into his space. I’m just saying, stay focused on the data, not the man.” I shoved in a pair of jeans with more force than necessary. “There is zero chance of that happening.” She rolled her eyes with such theatrical force I thought they might get stuck. “It’s not every day you stumble across a man willing to wire hundred million dollars for a pretend housewife. I’ll emphasize on that outrageous amount again, that’s more than enough capital to build a conglomerate from scratch if you want to.” “Still not the point,” I grumbled.

He seemed he was not affected by the blood flowing out from his forehead. She just thought the billionaires were untouchable because of their loads of money, but seeing Bill’s pity face now, she was wrong. “Nothing. It’s just a scratch.” Bill said and walked past her. He strode inside her room and locked the door. The old butler was puzzled. Bill Sky and Young Madame? Like a hedgehog, old butler spikes rose up when he thought how rich was the man in his young Madame’s room. The most wealthy and powerful businessman in capital Z and known all over the world, Bill Sky.

Then I typed back hastily. “Of course not.” I hit send before I could think about it. A lie, but an easy one. Because that version of my life didn’t exist anymore. Not to them. Not to me. A notification popped up on my screen. Another article on Leon Romano. I clicked on it impulsively. “Leon Romano, the wealthy heir to the powerful Romano business empire, is caught in a scandal after being connected to Natalie Smith, who was recently arrested for running a high-end drug trafficking network.

It's good to know that I won't be alone with him. Smiling, he asked, "why are you looking for Mr, Young, is he your lover?" "Don't spout nonsense, it is nothing like that" I defended getting sick at the thought of dating a forty-something years old man. "Why not, he's a billionaire" he replied casually dropping his fork. "He is?" I ask in astonishment as I looked at the manor in a whole new light. I knew it was a luxurious home but I never expected I was in the house of a multi billionaire.

The ordeal at the wedding suddenly flashed through my memory and I suddenly sat up and asked. “Who was the man that you refused to give a handshake to?” My boldness surprised him. He looked at me and replied. “That's none of your business”. He snapped at me, looking away. “He gave me a suspicious hug, that should definitely be my business”. I pressed on. “It's nothing, don't take it seriously”. I tried asking again and he gestured to me to be silent. We soon arrived at Adrian's house and dawned on me why he was the youngest billionaire in America. I was welcomed with a massive beautiful gate, inside his huge mansion was well painted and decorated. It was a great sight to behold.