The Billionaire Triplets Take New York Novels & Stories

Jacey reached out a hand to me. I shook her hand. “I’m Audrey, Audrey Hopkins. Nice to meet you, Jacey.” “Most applicants came here because of the CEO,” she said. “Did you come here for the same reason?” I frowned in confusion. “Why would they come here for the CEO?” “Seriously, is that a real question?” Her eyes widened. “This is the home of the famous businessman, Gabriel Stark! People chase this company because of him, as he’s one of the most successful men in New York City. They talk about him every day, not only because he’s young and a self-made billionaire, but because he could make everyone successful in this company.”

"The funds will be available in the trust account by close of business. The deed to the land under 450 West 33rd Street is now held in your name." Ethan nodded. He didn't feel rich. He felt heavy. "Thank you," he said. He stood up. He walked out of the conference room, past his parents who were waiting in the lobby. He didn't stop. He needed air. The sidewalk outside the law firm was a riot. The news had broken an hour ago. TEEN BILLIONAIRE INHERITS ENEMY'S FORTUNE. THE 200-MILLION-DOLLAR BABY. Reporters were shouting his name. Cameras flashed in the gray afternoon light.

Like Bill Sky, he is also a famous billionaire, a top-notch bachelor, and an excellent businessman all over the world. The air instantly filled with thrill and excitement having the three most powerful and richest men in Capital Z and abroad. Who would have known that the chaos of the kids would bring them up together not a sort of business conference or something? They didn’t even see the three together in this kind of event. The parents inside the room could not help comparing the three men as the air suddenly smelled money. A load of money. “If I may ask, who’s your son here, Mr. Grant?” Puzzled, Prof. Hence sounded.

" I took a long time to answer, it was one thing to suspect someone of something and quite another to actually accuse. What the fuck, what they'd done to my Blossom revoked all their rights as human beings fuck them. "I think these fucks have been stealing children from the U.S. and selling them. Mostly in Southeast Asia, you know what that sounds like right?" "Fuck!" "Yeah, forget trials, they're done." "You were gonna end them anyway boss we both know that. I'll be there at six; you do know that if this is true your bride might be in even more danger right?"

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

He continues to force himself on her despite her groans of pain until he gets his first release. "You're intoxicating. I like it." The mysterious man's last words awaken her from her sleep. Her forehead is covered in sweat. The temperature outside her body is very high, but she feels like she has just run thousands of kilometers. Hot and stuffy all over her body. With a conscious effort to rise, she gropes around. There is no one there. She has been left alone until she realizes that Arianna has just given birth to three identical triplets. "Where is my baby?"

She looks sad, and I have a feeling she knows him. "Do you know him?" I ask her. "Who doesn't know Zayden Alvarez?" she replies. Her statement makes my mom raise her head from the magazine she's been engrossed in, deep in thought. "You know him?" My mom asks Pamela. "Yes, I do. He's the youngest billionaire in New York, just as they've tagged him in the magazine. I saw him once in my father's company." "Your father?" My mom finally lets the magazine drop. "Are they business partners?"

I stood outside the courthouse, inhaling the fresh air of being single. “You are finally a free woman,” Laura said, smiling. Just then, my phone beeped, and I looked at the message. It was from my dad. “Come straight home. Mr Steve Greyson, the CEO of Grey Empire, seeks to speak to you.” Steve Greyson? The same man who had made the headlines several times for bringing a trend in the fashion world. Why would the most feared and ruthless billionaire in New York City be at my house, seeking to speak to me?

“Forbes’ Youngest Billionaire, Jay Naire, Wins Another Multi-Million Dollar Investment.” My brain froze. I scrolled down. Another headline. “Jay Naire: The Tech Genius Reshaping New York’s Startup Industry.” Another one. “The Billionaire Who Built an Empire Before Thirty.” I slowly lifted my head. “H… he isn’t poor?” Lilly stared at me like I had just asked if the sky was green. “Poor?” “This man could buy half of Manhattan if he wanted.” My stomach dropped. Without thinking, I marched back to him and grabbed the swing to stop it.

The newsmen immediately rushed towards him like bees, as though he were the one whom they had been awaiting for his arrival. One of them pushed a microphone toward his mouth. “Mr. Adam, please tell us, is it true that you are the father of the triplets belonging to the current financial analyst of Harrington Group International?” When Adam heard that, it immediately occurred to him what was actually going on. He immediately took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his eyelids in a bid to stimulate his tear gland. “Please have a hold on yourself, sir.” One of the concerned newsmen said to comfort him.