The Billionaire's Vinegar Novels & Stories

“I want to hear all about it. You were really stuck in a cabin with some strange guy for days?” “Not just some strange guy,” said Ash, “but Anthony Bertram.” Violet frowned. “Am I supposed to know who that is?” “He’s a billionaire. Makes more money sitting on the can than we can dream of making in our lifetimes.” At Violet’s continued confused expression, Ash added, “Pretty sure his company makes those bath things you love.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh! Really? Well, no wonder he’s rich.” “Yes, tell us all about this rich guy you got stranded with,” drawled Trent.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

Ashley’s disbelief was palpable. Catherine’s stomach dropped. She immediately checked the news, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through the headlines. There it was—Lucius’s name plastered everywhere, along with photos of him and his new fiancée. Catherine's heart sank as she saw her own face in the media, no longer the assistant of a musical prodigy, but the fiancée of a billionaire. She quickly called Ashley back. “Ugh, I didn’t think he’d announce it like that,” Catherine said, still in shock.

The only daughter of the billionaire Vladimir Bovarin, who owned the most extensive metal business in Russia. The reporter strolled closer to the striking pair, and Stavros was very welcoming. Answering every question with grace and decisiveness, glancing once in a while at the lady next to him with a smile plastered on his face. Watching the pair on my big screen, a bitter chuckle, sharp and edged with contempt, tore from my lips. A searing pain ripped through my chest, and I quickly gulped down the bitter wine, the acrid taste clinging harshly to my throat.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

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.

"Don't pretend to be noble. You always refused to please rich men. Now our company is about to go bankrupt, and if you fail again this time, I'm going to sell you to a Mexican drug lord. If you want to live, go and please Vince. It's better for both of us." Lydia remembered the terrible look on her father's face when he said that. Her father won't allow her to screw this up, because this time the billionaire is Vince Evans. Vince Evans is a name that no one can ignore. The heir of a nationwide luxury hotel group, a famous Wall Street investor, the top three on the list of golden bachelors ...... Also, the CEO with cruel methods, the domineering and cold businessman, the man who will never be

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.