The Billionaire’s Last Clause Novels & Stories

Luke eyes widened in shock. “ Doesn’t that makes a millionaire technically, Just like that ? Overnight…How is that even possible “ “ Millionaire? Katie’s empire is worth more than millions , Billions of dollars are now in Carina’s name “ Madam Claire said her eyes widened his shock . “ My Ex wife is a billionaire, How is that even possible “ “ What do you think we should take care of first?” “ At this point we should be scared of what she might do to us “

He remained standing and when he looked down at me, I felt small. "We need to discuss the terms of our arrangement." He opened the portfolio and pulled out a stack of papers. He handed them over to me. "Read them very carefully." My hands shook as I took the papers. I could barely understand the legal language. Then I saw the digits and my mouth fell open. I was entitled to fifty thousand dollars a month for allowance. I was to move into the mansion at Lincoln park, I was entitled to two cars. And then five million dollars to start up my private medical clinic. I looked up at him, dumbfounded.

I was shocked. “What’s going on?” I whispered to him. He signaled for me to hold on a bit as he began to speak. “The owner of prestige chocolates had decided to make their presence known tonight” he said, his words were followed by a loud cheering from the crowd. All the while I stood at a corner on the stage, taking more time to calm myself down while the investors were invited in. “This last person is the brain behind prestige chocolates in Vagas,” the anchor said. I stopped paying attention to his words, my mind focused on my microphone and I tried to set it well.

We’d lived like flatmates all these years, only they didn’t contribute to the rent. I sat cross-legged on a worn chair, chewing my leftover dried pancake. My eyes were glued to the TV in front of me as I aimlessly flipped through channels until I stopped at a news report. At least the news kept it real no fake smile, just cold truth. The picture was blurry, but the headline was loud and clear. “Billionaire Kelvin Edwards offers $1,000,000 for any information on his missing pregnant wife.” I coughed, choking on my pancake. “Huh?!”

How much cruel can fate be? "No this isn't possible…please believe me Malia I didn't kill him. I held the gun but I didn't pull the trigger" Larson's voice brought me back to reality. It was finally over…before it started it already ended, this was definitely his last game and I failed to see it. The billionaire's last game, it was time for us to go our separate ways and walk on different paths. Forever this day will be in my memories and heart, the day in which the clouds were filled with darkness and that darkness crept it's way into my life.

I was a lot calmer but something told me the answer to that question was either the first document or the key. "Your father left you a hundred million dollars, Nicholas." My mother said and I choked. "But there's a clause attached to the asset—one that is triggered by the birth of an heir." She carried on before I could even process anything. "What?" I guess I also wasn't surprised. Having such a clause was very typical of him. "The company is in danger, Nicholas and there's only so little we can do to save it. Take this opportunity, sign the will." Tobias whispered. But he didn't bother saying the most important part.

He looked at Ava, his hand reaching out to pull her against his side as they began the slow walk back up toward the glass estate. "The contract we signed in that penthouse seems like a lifetime ago," Ava murmured, looking up at her husband. "That contract was just a transaction, Chairwoman," Caleb whispered, his lips brushing the crown of her head with an absolute, lifelong devotion. "This... this is a dynasty. And nobody breaks our house." As the sun fully cleared the horizon, bathing the Spencer-Miller estate in a brilliant, blinding gold, Ava looked back at the ocean one last time. They had started as a ruthless billionaire and a broken maid bound by a fake marriage. But they had rewritte

He added with no room for negotiation. “Yes! Me too!” Another billionaire sounded pissed. “Give me back all my billions.” Another man exclaimed. “You have to give all our billions back or you will pay the price!” Another billionaire could not hold his anger with Mr. Clinton. Upon hearing all complaints, Mr. Clinton was speechless. Without reading the documents, he already knew what’s the content of it.

“We are checking nearby areas, roads, security feeds—everything. But there is no update yet.” “Leave.” Claudia bowed immediately and retreated without another word. Zayn stood still for a moment, then turned away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Julius Crane is one of the eight billionaire and mafia from the group obsidian submit. it's explained in chapter 16) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

he ordered, leaning back in his chair and staring at him intensely. The lawyer fumbled through the pages before getting to that clause and reading it out loudly. “Transfer my entire property, which includes mansions, farmhouses, my companies, 50% of the money in my international account to Alexander Ian and the remaining 50% to the less privileged, but only after it is made sure that he has a son or daughter of his own,” the lawyer read out. “If at all he remains single, all of my property must be transferred to the orphanage home.” He completed reading the clause, and glanced at the man in front of him.