The Billionaire's Vinegar Novels & Stories

My eyes widened after scanning one of the first articles I saw online. I was right. Vladimir Lewis, my husband, is a fucking billionaire in his own rights!

I've never seen so many zeros in one place. "God," I murmur to Elara, keeping my voice low, "Dominic really is a millionaire, huh?" "Billionaire," she says gently, like she's correcting a small mistake. My stomach drops straight through the floor. "The youngest billionaire in all of Manhattan," Sophia adds, beaming. Pride flashes in her eyes. "When he took over Vance Industries, he tripled the market share and quadrupled profits. Giovanni Vance would be so proud." My chest tightens at the word father.

My heart fluttered at the thought of 'my new home'. As I descended the stairs and entered the hallway, my jaw dropped in awe. This house surpassed the size of my own house and Anna's magnificent residence combined. My husband must be a multi-billionaire because this wasn't the kind of house an ordinary man would live in. I stepped into the living room, which resembled a grand ballroom, and instinctively covered my mouth in shock. Morris was actually residing in this vast house all by himself. It was spacious enough to accommodate both her family and Anna's, with room to spare. The place didn't even appear lived in.

"I was willing to forgive you." "Forgive me?" He laughed again, louder this time. "I don't need your forgiveness, you stupid bitch. I needed your company. And thanks to those papers you signed so eagerly, I already sold it. The funds hit my offshore account an hour ago." I staggered as his words hit me hard. I refused to believe he would do something like that. "You sold Vance Inc? Brian, that was my father’s life!" "And now it's my retirement fund," he snapped without a sign of remorse.

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

When she laughed, it was not with joy but with the brittle sound of glass breaking. “They eat it up like wolves,” she said, tossing the magazine aside with a flick of her wrist. Her green eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Every headline makes her look cheaper, dirtier. And the timing oh, it is delicious. Damian is out of the city, isn’t he? Absent. Silent. That silence will speak louder than any denial she can muster.” Helena’s gaze remained fixed on one of the glowing screens. The headline blared in bold letters, Billionaire’s wife Hides a Dark Past, Secret Child in Russia? She tapped her manicured nail against the glass, savoring the rhythm like a drumbeat of victory.

“Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.” Victor offered a thin smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He tapped his glass without drinking. “She’s not the problem,” he said smoothly. “The problem… is him.” “Him?” Victor leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Her driver. The new one.” The man scoffed. “You’re telling me your billion-dollar empire is threatened by a chauffeur?” Victor’s expression didn’t change. “He’s not just a chauffeur. I’ve watched people my whole life politicians, con men, CEOs. And this one… this Liam? He’s too clean. Too disciplined. Too invisible.”

She thought of her mother, bedridden from illness, relying on expensive treatments they could no longer afford. “What do you know about him?” she asked finally, her voice subdued. “Adrian Blackwood is one of the most successful businessmen in the country,” Richard said, seizing the opportunity. “He’s built an empire from the ground up. But...” He hesitated. “But what?” Sophia demanded, turning back to face him.

She whispered in shock, "Marcelo, are you out of your mind? The winery, at its best, is worth half a billion!" Five hundred million, not another cent more! Marcelo, noticing Renee’s grip on his sleeve, chose not to ask her to let go. "Mrs. King, consider this as me letting you know that I am a billionaire so spend my money." Renee was speechless, her earlier attempts at inflating auction prices paling in comparison to Marcelo’s lavish expenditure. She knew he was wealthy because he owned KM Group but a lot of people didn’t know that and so they often underestimated him.

I lost my job, my apartment, I just didn't want to keep pretending anymore that I wasn’t tired and needed help. So, when a friend told me about Alexander Veyron, a billionaire known for buying whatever pleasure he wanted in weird ways, I couldn’t ignore it. I went to the fancy penthouse and let the man look at me like I was a gift, and stayed. Now, sitting in that tall glass room, I felt the pressure of it all. Alexander wasn’t just some guy, he was like a storm in a suit, and sitting across from me with a paper in front of him like it was some holy book.