The Billionaire Triplets Take New York Novels & Stories

From what I know, the triplets didn't own any financial business on Earth, they mostly invested in real estate and construction. "I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer. Plus, what are you three doing here, anyway! You can't just walk into someone's company pretending you own it." I said. I was pretty proud of myself for not stammering and keeping my anger and, more importantly, arousal in check.

I picked up my hairdryer and resumed drying my curly hair as Alissa sang loudly on my bed about how amazing she was as a friend and that Friday was going to be the best birthday I'd ever had, which I highly doubt. These billionaires better send some good-ass gifts or I'm fighting Alissa. By Wednesday, 6 Billionaires had sent a gift with a card or just a card saying sorry they missed my birthday or something to seem sympathetic. One of them sent $100 a card. "See I told you it would work, you buzzkill. There are only 3 more billionaires left to end a card or gift," Alissa said shutting the front door after collecting yet another gift, this one coming with synthetic flowers.

, I whispered, taking a few steps into the room, but a hand gripped me tightly. “Not so fast,” a new voice spoke. A tall, muscular man with grey eyes stepped from the shadows. He walked towards my mother. I swallowed hard. I remember this man. This is Alexander Nick, the most powerful and fearful billionaire in the whole of New York City. “I own your mother, your little brother Jake and Jessie now,” Alex smirked and flickered his lighter. The flame from his lighter lit his cigarette. “What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. Immediately, I heard Jake’s voice from the hallway.

Just a name and ten digits. Alexander Knight. She’d googled him at 2 a.m. when sleep refused to show up. Mistake. The search results were a dizzying parade of headlines: Knight Enterprises CEO Closes $4B Deal The Ice King of Manhattan: Billionaire Bachelor Alexander Knight 30 Under 30: The Man Who Turned Real Estate Into an Empire Page Six photos of him in flawless suits, stepping out of private cars, always alone, always unsmiling. He owned half the skyline she stared at every night. The kind of money that didn’t just open doors; it built new buildings around them.

“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 stare at him, shocked. “You seem surprised. Why?” “That you so casually admit to immoral and illegal practices.” “All billionaires are ugly human beings, Star. When you see a billionaire receiving an award, or being applauded for his admirable philanthropy, don’t be fooled. His efforts have nothing to do with charity. Billionaires are hungry people. Always wanting more and more. But after one becomes a billionaire there’s only ultimate power and

I sped out of the parking lot, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shit, shit, shit. It was only a matter of time before Ryder figured everything out. He would come for them. Not long after, I burst through the door of my apartment, my mind in a frenzy. “Mary! Iris! Andy! Get your bags!” I exclaimed, while getting up and down to drag the suitcases from the closet. Silence. My heart dropped into my stomach as dread crawled up to my face. My triplets weren’t here. “Goodness, where are they?”

said Kath. She was standing at the door listening to our conversation. "I love you guys so much..what Iam I gonna do without you two! Come here, group hug"and I engulfed them into a hug. "Come on let's go eat and watch our all time favorite movie, Iron Man....I made Mac n Cheese kids are already eating it." said Kath excitedly. We all went down, ate and watched the movie. In the middle of the movie the twins fell asleep so we tucked them into the bed and continued watching the movie. Although it was just 6 pm. They might have been running all around the house and got tired, at my parent's place, which made them fall asleep now.

I shook my head, looking uninterested. She gasped, “How could you have forgotten so easily? The Hudson triplets! They're millionaires! They're famous actors!” “Are they one of Marvel stars? Or DC? Fucking No! Then knock it off and let's get through this birthday party!” I groaned, snatching the bottle of alcohol from her to pour myself another shot. She scoffed, “I see why you'll never have fun. Having a billionaire as a boyfriend is so special, huh? I guess that's why you won't find millionaires fascinating.”.

Considering her children's actions, she knew they'd ask her to take them to Jarek, they'd want to 'teach' Jarek a lesson thinking he dumped her. "That… He's… he's a famous businessman." Tinsley muttered with a stutter and then quickly shut the window. The Triplets looked at each other and exchanged an undecipherable glance quietly. 30 minutes later, the car came to a stop at an expensive villa. "Yay." The Triplets yelled happily which made Tinsley sigh. She wondered if they ever got low on energy. They'd just gotten down from the plane, but they had no sign of jetlag, only an indescribable excitement.