The Billionaire Triplets Take New York Novels & Stories

I asked very much interested. "After Mr. Bloomfield's decision to move everyone about, rumors have started to circulate throughout the building. I was informed by a specific individual there that this transaction has been ongoing behind closed doors for some time, and that the company is paying a staggering eleven billion dollars to acquire Dailyplus." After Robert told me, I coughed. I was aware that Dante was wealthy-a billionaire-but I had no idea how wealthy of a billionaire he actually was. In an effort to avoid collapsing from anguish, I tried to avoid news stories about him in the past and to avoid finding out who he was currently dating.

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

Besides, it's their policy that they would only feed kids till they turn eighteen. "What? Hobsons? That's what you said, right?" Her lips part in astonishment. I nod. "Oh my God. Do you know they are among the top five billionaires of the New York City and ranked eighth among the top ten richest families in America last year?" "I know that, Carol. Please don't increase my anxiety. I'm already very nervous. If I would get a job there all my money problems would be solved."

Does she know I'm here and is she doing this just to indirectly humiliate me? "I took a long time to believe it myself, I confess," the other female voice replied, but I had never heard that voice before. "But it was Martina herself who told me." "I imagine you're also not aware of Douglas Carter and Brian Taylor," a third voice chimed in. "The most confirmed bachelor in New York?" "They're no longer bachelors, dear," one of them, with a higher-pitched and shrill voice, responded. "Brian married a much younger unknown woman. I read an article about the new family, and they have triplets. Can you believe it?"

John explained. Ayden took the phone in his hands and began to read aloud. "Famous eccentric Manhattan billionaire flees after being accused of patricide," he read before returning the phone and adding, "That sounds very bad." "Yes, it means his brother could find out at any moment," John remarked. "Then let's go; we need to be discreet," Ayden agreed. Both men gathered their bags with everything they needed and stepped out into the cold New York winter, wearing sunglasses, hoodies, and caps as the weather threatened snow.

“Triplets aren’t easy on the body, but you’re handling it well. You just need rest.” My secret had been exposed. Leonardo’s head jerked up in shock, Alessia’s eyes widened before narrowing into daggers. “Babies?” Alessia laughed in disbelief. “Triplets? Oh, that’s rich.” Leonardo tilted his head, studying me like a vulture. “So that’s your plan. Produce bastard heirs and steal my family’s empire?.” My jaw tightened. “They are Brayden’s children. Our children.” Alessia scoffed, her laugh slicing the air. “Are they really his babies? Why should we believe you? What would the world say when they hear that an auction slave is the one carrying Brayden Gatsby’s babies?”

she whispered under her breath. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she pressed the play button on the pre-recorded news clip. "The Young Billionaire of Asia, Mr. Ethan DelValle, is currently in New York City and was spotted having dinner with America's runway model Sylvia Smith, Mr. DelValle's rumored girlfriend... ...Neither party has confirmed nor denied the speculation, leading many to believe they are keeping their relationship private, as many high-profile couples do... ...An insider close to the billionaire's camp has revealed that Mr. DelValle does indeed have someone special in his life. Could that special someone be Miss Sylvia Smith...?

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.

"Miss Brooks? The one who left the meeting yesterday?" "The same." "Is there an issue with her department, sir?" "Just get the file, Victoria." She nodded quickly and disappeared, leaving me alone in the massive corner office. I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the foggy skyline. Maya thought she was trapped in my penthouse, but the truth was, she was safer there than anywhere else in this city. If Arthur found out about the triplets before the legal custody agreements were signed, he would use them as leverage. He would see three new heirs as three new pieces on his chessboard.

“Why are the quadruplets live on TV?” “What?” Killian grabbed his phone and noticed it was on airplane mode. He turned it off, and within seconds, notifications started exploding across his screen. Articles. Mentions. Headlines. Special Guests – The Grafton Quadruplets Headline: “CEO’S CHILDREN CONFIRM SECRET MARRIAGE?!” And then he saw a video of the quadruplets. What are these four devils up to? He hit play. “Good morning everyone, and welcome back to Good Day Harbor. Today, we are here with the Grafton quadruplets, who will be joining us in today's live interview.”