The Billionaire’s Last Clause Novels & Stories

“Though the contract stated, you'll be my servant for seven years. I'm ready to pay you for this entire year, even though we've been together for just four months. But on one condition?” “W…what will that be?” She asked as her voice trembled. “That you'll never show your face in this city again. I wouldn't want any disruption to the relationship I intend to build with Natasha. I also cannot risk my family finding out the truth about us. By tomorrow, I'll make arrangements to drive you to the airport, and for your payment, you will receive it before morning.” As he spoke, Emily couldn't see the man she'd fallen in love with. She was confused, the only man she could see was the cold billionair

They have no idea that I am waiting for them. --- --- The rain poured hard against the dirty glass window of the old post office. Mr. Bill’s hands shook as he held the small, white envelope. For thirty years, Mr. Bill was Callum Carnegie’s most trusted personal lawyer. He knew all of Callum's secrets. He knew about the massive wealth, the grand houses, and the deep regrets. Most importantly, he knew about Clara Scott, the sweet woman Callum had loved in secret, and their daughter, Elena. Callum had left Elena fifty-five percent of his massive empire in his public will. But before he died in that cold hospital room, he whispered his final words to his old friend.

"I’m here to return the Initial Investment. You gave us your time when we were just ink and pixels. Now, I’m giving you mine." The Emotional Implosion: The Teacher’s Gift Clara appeared beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. She looked at you with the pride of a teacher whose student had finally understood the most difficult lesson of the curriculum. "The 'Billionaire' was never about the money, was it?" Clara asked softly. "It was about the Scale of the Heart. It was about the idea that a person can have everything in the universe and still be bankrupt if they don't have a witness."

“Not my ex-husband.” Claire nodded, but she did not move on. She paused and tilted her head a little, like she understood. “Of course,” Claire said. “Of course. But you have to admit, the world is fascinated. A woman who walked away from a billionaire. Who built an empire from nothing. Who refused to be invisible.”

She was being mocked or pitied and she did not want any of these. So, she left. She left the city and all it's people back. ....After three months... "It's been three months since the death of the only heir of the multibillion dollar X complany. The chairman and the grandfather of the deceased Gael Greyson donated a huge amount to many charities. Gael Greyson was ...." The Tv was turned off showing that the person was the not anymore interested in knowing about the case. It's been three months but still this news was everywhere and on every channel.

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

The prescription would cost at least forty. Got it. How was the calc test? Aced it! MIT here I come! Claire smiled despite her exhaustion. Clara was going to MIT. No matter what it took. That night, lying in the bed she shared with Clara, Claire pulled out Damian Cole's business card. She'd looked him up during break. Thirty-two. Self-made billionaire. Photos showed him at galas with beautiful women, always perfect, always untouchable. And she'd dumped coffee on him. Clara peered over her shoulder. "Who's that?"

Mr Watson says. "What's left to discuss now? You've cancelled it," I shrug. "I had to show you some clauses which I didn't like. Will you please?" Mr Watson requests. "You guys can talk," mom says. "I'll show our tiny house to Bella. Let's go, Sweetie. Take a look at our residence" Bella half-smiles and walks inside with mom and Sam. "So, Mr Watson, what is the clause?" I ask. "Another drink?" he offers.

The last thing I wanted was to be paraded around as a lunatic. I open the first app to read about today’s events and see Claire is plastered on the front page. “Billionaire’s wife trades high life for loving longevity?” I continue reading as the article names a ‘Nathan Carter’ as Claire’s new love interest and describes their poolside manner as romantic and intimate. Did she really trade Leo for this guy? He wasn’t nearly as handsome as Leo. I look up his net worth isn’t even in the same caliber as Leo. How stupid of her. I continue to look at the photos and I’m struck with shock. Her belly is massive.

“Why not?” “I just… I need one last shot.” I shook my head, but I still fetched my checkbook ripping out a page, I handed it to him. “That’s another five million, Caleb. Don’t let me down. If you screw this up, you can count me out.” My tone held a level of finality as I looked him in the eye.