The Billionaire Next Door Novels & Stories

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Counting to ten mentally, as slowly as possible to make sure there aren't any chances of her coming back, I tip toe towards the door and wear my sandals before peeking outside. There was still a bit of night life with slowing down cars entering their garages. I don't know any of my rich neighbors. I believe at least three of them on the same street are millionaires as myself. Except, I'm a billionaire in comparison. I'm not boasting, but only pointing out the difference in figures we make.

“That my best friend’s bodyguard is actually a billionaire. And not annnyy billionaire but freaking Nikolai Dorne” Now beside her, I led her to the couch. She didn’t resist, of course; she lived for dramatic entrances. I placed my hand on her shoulder as she lowered onto the couch, giving her light massages. “I know what you’re doing, and it's ohhh,” she groaned, “baby just there.” I continued with the massage, “You’ve had a tough week.” “Tell me about it. It’s one thing to deal with a self-absorbed Englishman who can’t stop bragging about his vintage properties, and it’s another that he smells like a neglected locker room. Like, sir, you’re a billionaire. Invest in deodorant!”

Leo whispered, scratching itchy hoodie, "we will be happy in penthouse later, with no mold, but with memory of mold. Like your parents happy in penthouse now with memory of instant noodles. Mold is our instant noodles." "Do you think our baby will hate billionaires too?" Rose asked, hand on still-flat stomach, false alarm last month but now trying for real? No, not yet, art school first. "Our baby will hate billionaires but have £240B and two buildings for strollers. And will wear Primark under Dior. And will say No as first word, like your brother." Rose laughed, kissed him, itchy pajamas rustling. Outside mold flat window, in Shoreditch rain, two black Bentleys parked far, with two billion

- Good evening, you look very beautiful. - Thank you very much, you look very handsome too. - Shall we go? - Yes, I’ll close the door. After closing the door, he leads me to his car. - You have a car. It’s very expensive! - Thank you, yes, I splurged a bit when I bought it, but I don’t regret it. We get in, and he drives us to the richest part of the neighborhood. Only billionaires can have a house here. Despite my wealth, I can’t afford a house here. I look at him with a question in my eyes.

" he murmured. Brody and Kane have found out all the necessary info regarding Billina Bernand. "Wait, she has a daughter?" he asked startled. He never knew that this girl might be dead rich. The first female billionaire taking over the Chicago, even outside the country. She was a champion when it comes to business. "How many family members?" "She just lives with her grandmother, boyfriend and daughter." "So, a billionaire doppelganger, eh?" the smirk on his face after understanding everything was so evil. Senor let out a hearty laugh and he said, "Get me an appointment to meet this billionaire doppelganger tomorrow."

Instead, she looked straight at the handsome young man in front of her. She knew that Mr. Dickson had a distinguished guest here today, so she came to make friends. Little did she know that it was Damien Wolfe, the heir to the Wolfe family with a net worth of hundreds of billions. She apologized on behalf of her assistant and said, "Mr. Damien, I'm sorry for my assistant's recklessness. I will apologize to you on her behalf." Ciara was wearing a V-neck long dress, and when she lowered her head, the neckline was visible.

Apparently it was no longer the same as it was before, the mansion was now larger as it had been expanded after the owner bought the other two mansions next door for expansion. It was rumoured to have uncountable number of rooms from indoor tennis courts, indoor theatre, party rooms, spa room, libraries, soccer ground etc and many more. Heck the place at about a hundred people assigned to look after it from maids, waiters, butlers etc. However the garage was another grand thing as it had cars that many people dreamed in their unimaginable dreams. The swimming pools, the Jacuzzi, it was the dream home. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our humble billion dollar abode." I, Nathan Curtis Silver

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

Richard sighed, leaning back again, “I know you must be going through a lot, and I get that, but this is a lot to ask from a stranger.” “Well, you're right,” I forced a smile, “but think of this as a business deal instead.” Richard smirked, stroking his beard again. A single ray of hope glowed in my heart when I saw him look up. He was intrigued and I didn't want the opportunity to slip away. “Money is not a problem, if that's what you're worried about,” I added, "My dad's a billionaire.” "Yeah, I can see that," Richard exhaled, glaring at the coffered ceiling and marble walls before turning to me. “How much are we talking about, exactly?”