The Billionaire's Vinegar Novels & Stories

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

He grabbed the red wine as he said, "We didn't come empty-handed. Look, we brought a bottle of good wine, Lafite." Felicity moved her eyes. "Year eighty-two?" Vermont decanted the wine, saying, "I think you watch too many dramas. Lafite must be year eighty-two? Year eighty-two Lafite was just always written and used by those web novel authors and web drama screenwriters." Felicity was speechless. "You're a small business owner. And you brought this kind of alcohol to fool us?" "This kind of alcohol?" Vermont ground his teeth as he said, "Year ninety-six. It's over ten thousand dollars a bottle. It's a few dollars per sip! And who's a small business owner? I'm a tycoon with over a hundred mil

"We'll catch up. Now, tell me something, how exactly did you know Nico?" "Well, he's my cousin's boss. Rich as fuck. Owns only the best clubs in Stonehaven and the entire United States of America. So I met him when my cousin introduced us, telling Nico that I was a good artist. I think I gave him the inspiration bottle for one of his breweries." "So he's an entrepreneur." "Yeah, and heading on to become the first trillionaire in that line of business." "Trillionaire? How is it even possible he comes out like that?"

Bridget looks at the two dumb-ass sons of his late boss. She is relief because Luke is always been a caring brother to his estrange brother. Connor is licking his molars before saying a word, “thanks … brother,” somewhat chilling reply for him. Attorney Don is whirling the wine in the white wine glass before smelling its aroma. The Blanc de blancs wine is exclusively made from fine white grapes that they also like. Its fermented aroma and taste is significantly in the standard of these billionaires.

“Try it.” He took a sip, his eyes widening. “Damn. You’re a wizard. What’s this called?” “A Monroe Special,” I smirked, leaning on the counter. “One of a kind.” He laughed, and the night blurred into more banter. He told me he was a billionaire investor, bigger than Henry, with stakes in half the city’s empires. I raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” “Looking for trouble,” he said, his gaze locked on mine. “And I found it.”

It’s just so sad. I dropped the letter and opened the bag, it was indeed filled with stuff, money, clothes, canned foods and a well detailed information about the Vane Estate. I read through the information booklet. Master Lucian Vane, owner of Apex Vanguard Holdings, a trillionaire CEO. He controls almost—if not all of the businesses in the country. He’s that wealthy but not someone to be messed with, he is very dangerous. But that was the least of my problems. I just needed somewhere to lay low, somewhere no one would think to look for me and this seemed like the best fit.

He had thought he had no choice but to let Tessa be left behind, since her background and advantages weren't as strong as Valda's. He never expected that Tessa was a billionaire heiress. He had just missed a golden opportunity to climb the social ladder, and his mind was in turmoil—every man dreamed of standing at the top of the world, commanding both wealth and power. The private suite was completely silent. At that moment, Crispin rolled in a small cart. On it were several ice buckets holding top-tier red wines, seven or eight bottles worth at least one million dollars in total. The display shocked everyone instantly.

Its label looked far too expensive for me to even pronounce. He uncorked it with easy elegance. “Your bottle of Château d'Yquem, Mr Voss and Ms Yvonne” He poured the pale golden wine into our crystal glasses before stepping away I looked from the wine to Clayton. “This would probably cost a fortune” He looked genuinely thoughtful. “A few thousand, I don't remember” I stared at him. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Clayton Voss is a frigging Billionaire with a very, very Big ‘B.’ “You don't remember?”

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.