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I couldn’t help the giddy smile that crept up my lips as I watched from the bottom of my glass. Caleb Fraiser. Hot tech billionaire and philanthropist. And my very private, very unaware neighbor. Broad shoulders, a stance that made him tower every person in a room. Or maybe that was just the air around him. A quiet authority. I'm pretty sure I've only heard a total of ten words in the three months that I've been here. That, unfortunately, only made him seem more mysterious. And I loved a good mystery. I might not usually concern myself with New York's finest elites, this particular man had my skin sizzling with thoughts I'd rather not say out loud.

I hope you will decide to come back to the family, I will be waiting for you along with the other masters waiting for your arrival anytime '' the butler bows down. '' Now, if you excuse me I will leave now. Have a good day master '' Chris turned back and left. He got into the big black and lavish car which can be hardly seen in this city. Robin just stood near the bridge and could not move from there. '' What just happened here? This card has two hundred billion dollars in it? then the whole Bradley family has around over one thousand billion dollars. And this is only just pocket money? ''. '' Did I just became a billionaire in the blink of an eye? or something? this isn't a movie or somethi

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

“Hello, brother.” He grinned back at her, his white teeth making a bright slash through his dark beard. “Come on in. I hope you don’t mind, but Jonathon is here too.” “Not at all,” she said, crossing the threshold. Brian was a billionaire who owned an aviation company that supplied first-class air travel and charters but you would never know it by his ratty jeans, t-shirt, and arms covered in tattoos. Even the house that he and Cassie lived in was modest by billionaire standards. It was his childhood home that they had renovated together. It had all the mod-cons and high-end finishes and fixtures, but from the outside, it was just a regular suburban home.

I step towards it to soothe its back as I run my hand on its fur, while looking into its eyes. It awfully becomes calm and proceeds to sleep, making this easier for me than I would have ever imagined. While every lady makes clicking sounds with their heels, I know how well to tiptoe and walk silently in heels. Say it is impossible, but again it is I. Another stupid move of this billionaire is his glass door. Extremely transparent and leaving no part within sight uncovered when you peep through. Annoyingly, I cannot fail to miss how hot he is especially as he keeps walking and working in his open kitchen shirtless, with his boxer brief leaving little to no imagination on how big he is in the

Not yet. But a warning. Two souls on the brink of a cliff, held together with paper and deceits. and a storm rushing in quick. When they pulled up at Billionaire's mansion of Billion clan The Bentley drove over marble lions, decorated gates, and trimmed hedges that rose up as high as walls. Fiona gazed from the window at the vast estate that was less like a house and more like Versailles had been bullied into resurrection by contemporary capitalism. This place has a zip code of its own," she grumbled.

Her parents went for an evening walk so she was waiting on them and decided to sit in the living room to watch a movie or anything to keep her mind off things. As she scrolled through channels, she passed one that was reading the news then took it back by two channels then increased the volume to hear what was been said. “It’s also said by the now CEO of the Reliso’s company, Darken Reliso, that he plans to expand the business of his father which he just took over months ago, and that the company he bought from the ‘Crashing Bernad’s’ will be used for other businesses he had in mind in the near future,” The newscaster said and continued casting other news.

If I let myself feel even a fraction of what Natty was talking about, the whole facade would crumble. ​I stood up to leave, but as I walked toward the door, a man entered the store. He wasn't like the typical wealthy patrons. He was younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with a rugged, unstudied elegance. He wore a simple dark coat and had the kind of eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. ​"Can I help you, sir?" Natty asked, stepping back into her professional role. ​The man didn't look at Natty. He kept his eyes on me. "I was looking for the owner. I heard the Smith heiress was making waves in the retail sector. I didn't realize she’d be doing it in person."

All they knew was easy money, and they wouldn’t give that up. To avoid ending up in a worse situation, or having to find a job – which for them would be worse than death itself – they were involved in the biggest scam of all. They planned for Sandra to get pregnant by Adrian Trevellyan. And to be more specific, the owner of the house where my mother got a job last week. The man who almost caught me in his room. Later, I learned that he’s a billionaire from the oil industry who was in town for the construction of a pipeline nearby.

"So? Are you settled? Do you love it?" "Just walked in. But yes, I think I love it already. It's quiet. Private. Mine." The word tasted good. "I'm unpacking tomorrow. Tonight I just want to breathe." "Amen to that. I'm so happy for you, Eve." She paused. "Have you met your landlord yet? I heard the property owner moved into the mansion next door about a month ago. Apparently he's some reclusive billionaire type." My eyebrows raised. "Seriously? That's kind of creepy."