The Billionaire’s Last Clause Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re in a contract.” Noah threw his hands up. “Same thing!” For a moment, silence filled the room sharp and tense Then Ethan said quietly, “I’ll double it.” Noah blinked. “What?” “The payment,” Ethan said. “Make it a billion.” Noah stared. “You think money fixes everything?” “It fixes most things.” Noah laughed, short and bitter. “You’re unbelievable.” Ethan stepped closer, voice lower now. “I’m giving you an out. Take the deal, Noah. Walk away rich. Or walk away broke and let my father win.”

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

He squeezed back, but nothing could comfort either of us right now. After a while, Elijah spoke up. “Richard, if there’s anything we can do to help… Perhaps we could find specialists, doctors who might be able to help Elise? Silvermoon has all kinds of resources.” But Richard was already shaking his head. “We’ve tried everything,” he said wearily. “Every doctor, every specialist, every treatment known to mankind. I’ve exhausted all our resources, all our connections.” He paused, taking a shaky breath. “Her condition is… hopeless. The doctor just confirmed what I’ve known for weeks now: she’s in her last days.”

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

I spit out blood and saliva off to one side, checking my mouth for any more bruises before I reply, “you left your firm for dead. Even your ideas couldn’t be more dead than you. I saved it out from that pile of shit it was fast plummeting into.” “You dare—” “You wanna know what else? You officially handed it over with your own signature on it and the world knows the bankrupt billionaire handed over his supposed empire to his wife before tragic death. I guess you resurrected a little too late.” I manage a cold smirk despite the ache in my jaw. Confusion drapes itself all over him like it has never belonged in a more rightful place than his face. Seconds later, anger takes over, revealing how

he replied as he hurriedly signed the paper. The nurse collected the paper and his name caught her attention. “Oh my god sir,are you Mr Brian Losey,” she asked in excitement. “Can I see her now?”Brian replied, ignoring what the nurse just said. “Yes sir”she said as she hurriedly took him to Emily's room,she knew there was only one Brian Losey in the country,one of the most influential billionaires in the country. Emily laid on the hospital bed,with a drip on her hand. She was shocked when she saw Brian walk into the room. She remembered asking the doctor to call Brian,but she didn't think he was going to come.

And then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You don't have to do this, Lilian," he said, shaking his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child. "You have a billionaire ex-husband who wants you back. I can give you everything you need. You don't need to work, you don't need to suffer anymore."

After 20 years of being in this business, the world calls me a billionaire, but I feel like I have seen it all and it has gotten old fast. Then I met Ava and the colors in my world seemed bright again “Fuck! she is even turning me into a poet.” I need to arrange for a woman, it’s been a while maybe it will clear me of this madness. I think out loud as I pour the scotch into my mouth. My phone vibrates and I see it’s my right-hand man. “Smith, talk to me.” “Sir, we have a bit of a problem the CEO of MegaCon refused to sign.”

"It means a lot more than the first one." "He replaced the bad memories," Maya nodded in deep approval. "I approve of this character development. The scary billionaire is finally learning." "He really is," Claire agreed. "Did he actually sell the flower monopoly?" "He did," Maya laughed. "I saw the press release this morning. The city florists are safe from his jealousy. I was worried we would have to start paying a Kingston tax just to buy roses for the lobby." Claire giggled, shaking her head. "How are the new clients doing?"

"Calling the cops won't help. My wife has serious connections. I want 200 thousand dollars right now. Call your family and sell your house. If you make me mad, I'll ruin you!" He was being completely unreasonable. He caused the accident, but he kept shouting like the victim. A crowd quickly gathered around us. Someone gasped. "I've seen that car on TV. Only 50 exist worldwide, and it's worth ten million dollars! That's a real billionaire's ride." Another person shook his head. "That guy driving the cheap electric car is finished. He'll lose everything paying for this." Someone else sighed sympathetically. "People who can afford cars like that have unimaginable power. Even if they're wrong, t