The Billionaire Next Door Novels & Stories

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.

Edwin cooed, and I sighed. “Fine then. Just for tonight,” I said, and they nodded happily. “One question though, who is this billionaire?” They exchanged looks as I waited for their answer. “He is a popular and mysterious billionaire.” Maven answered. I hummed. “And who is this popular and mysterious billionaire?” I blinked at them. “It's a surprise.”

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."

Indeed her hunch was right, her caretaker had sent her a text regarding the house rent. However, what got her attention the most was another test message from an unknown number that said: "Miss Stanford, I would love to make a deal with you. Not just any deal, but a billion dollars worth deal. If you are interested, hit me up on this number. I will be waiting...” “What is this?” Amelia asked aloud with a confused facial expression.

I looked down for a few seconds with a smile, then looked back at him again and said with some fake confidence, “You already are talking to the owner of this place.” For a second he let me see his shock over what I just said, but he covered it immediately which meant that he is from a family just as wealthy as mine because he was a master at covering his emotions which also means that I am in a bit of trouble because I don’t know who he is. “Well, Miss Steel, I would like to have compensation because of my discomfort with your hotel.” He said with so much confidence that honestly made me want to laugh.

This one read: War between millionaire ex-wife and mistress nanny, Via Billionaire Biotech company CEO Lucas Maxwell. I could not help the burst of laughter that ripped through me, but they did nothing to hold back the tears. Celine had turned off the tv now, but the images were fresh in my mind and they would stay there for a while. I got to my feet, wiping the tears, "you don't mind too much if I steal your room again. The bed seems to be the only place I would ever find any consolation."

His blond hair has a few gray flecks running through it, and I'll admit that if I didn't know him, I'd give him a second look. When I got my first payment, I looked up Jonas because his company's name was on the check instead of Romina's. Despite coming from an affluent background, Jonas made a significant portion of his fortune through hedge funds. I remember I nearly choked on my cappuccino when I first learned about his millionaire status. A millionaire is to be expected in these areas, but a billionaire, especially one with his numbers, is surprising. Since I've moved in, I've never seen Romina go to any job that I'm aware of, so I believe he's the one who pays for her expensive lifestyl

"Why are you in this small-time bar, singing your amazing songs here and not on a big ass stage, making millions?" "I don't need the money," Addie said, Donna knew that was all she'd get on the subject. Donna stared at the woman sitting next to her. "You have a way of looking at a person that makes them feel like they're being dissected," Addie said she was smiling but Donna knew it was hiding how uncomfortable Addie felt. "Blake tells me that all the time." "Girlfriend?" Addie asked. "Oh, gods no, she's one of my friends," Donna said with a wave of her hand.

She sighs and glances at her phone. “Well, she’s three minutes away. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll send her in when she gets here?” One of the great things about being a billionaire is that you can do the most absurd things to your home. Like for instance, having a spa installed, or a bowling alley, or a gym… …or a massage room. I strip down to my briefs, turn on some Mozart, and get on the table. Despite Sheryl’s reassurance, I’m skeptical. To say the least.

I stretched my phone to him. “A whopping $100 billion bucks” Noah exclaimed. “ You know what I'm talking about!” "But wait, $100 Billion? Jasper, are you kidding me? That's an insane amount of money for a house! Are you sure you're not getting ripped off?" I shaked my head, at the same time waving a finger to his face. "I'm sure, Noah. The buyer's a tech billionaire from the States. He's willing to pay top dollar for the property, and I'm not going to turn down that kind of money."