The Billionaire Triplets Take New York Novels & Stories

George asks, this time round interested to hear more and more from Elvis. "The triplets made some deals with some con people who swept them of a huge amount of money, almost rendering them penniless and I think they want to partner with you since they know your Pack is rich so that you can finance them and see if the Pack can get back onto its feet!" Elvis explains, getting his own theories from his own mind. For sure, he has mastered the art of lying over the years and he's truly quite convincing! "How comes no one dared to tell me about all that and their being bankrupt?" George asks while scratching his head..

"I don't care about your personal issues, Emily. What matters is this presentation. We must secure this contract – it's the largest our agency has ever seen." "Give me your best, Emily. No mistakes, no excuses. We can't afford to lose this opportunity." We nodded in unison, the gravity of the moment sinking in. "Have you reviewed his profile?" our boss asked Gracie, her tone firm. "To create an effective advert for his company, we need to demonstrate our understanding of him." Gracie hesitated. "I tried searching online, but there's virtually nothing on him. All we know is that he's a wealthy billionaire, and that's it. It's as if he's intentionally keeping his life under wraps."

She said and we all nodded. "Have you look into the his profile,You know that to make an advert for his company, we need to show him that we know more about him"She said to Gracie. "Well I did try to check him up on line but nothing came, all we know is that he is a rich billionaire and nothing more, It's like he wants to keep his life a mystery" Gracie replied. "You are not doing your work properly Gracie,I had told you to find out some thing about him!"she yelled at her

Isn't the tending news about fashion cup? She scroll through her phone with a broad smile. *Youngest billionaire, business tycoon is no longer a bachelor!* I stared at her in confusion... What does that have to do with me? I'm not a billionaire yet, so I don't need to know about any billionaire for now. *Youngest billionaire, Andre Knight....* Ok, hearing Andre's name caught my attention.. I drop the spatula and gave Anna a listening ear. *..... richest New Yorker finally announced his relationship status!*

“The more reason for you to buy them now. Increase in value is a good sign for those who are already there. Do not waste your chance now.” “Speaking of chances, did you hear that the billionaire couple, Mr and Mrs Newman lost about a billion to gambling?” Stephan asks. “Oh my! So it is true?” Natalia quips in. “I saw it on my phone, but I discarded it as some sort of fake news.” “Oh no, it is not fake news, I assure you, my lady. It happened last week. Wasn’t their net worth estimated to be about six billion dollars? To remove a billion from that is heart breaking.” Stephan says.

My coffee is kind to me while Mason's glare isn't. "I don't want them getting hurt either," I whisper. He cocks his head sideways. "What if I offered you three million dollars to leave them alone?" I blink plainly at Mason without a touch of interest in that deal. "I want to stay with them. It makes me happy, and it makes them happy, too." He smiles coyly. "Good. That was a test. You're not here for the family wealth." "Family wealth?" He nods, grabbing his own cup of coffee and breathing in the lingering steam of it. "We're one of the richest families in New York. You didn't know that?"

I even heard the gasp of shock from both of them. "The world's richest man, Armand Lupine ...why is he here?" Jimmy murmured. "My God! This can’t be. Rich Armand's triplet sons—star hockey player Nicholas, world-famous painter Brian, bad boy rock star Cheney...!" Amy screeched uncontrollably. Honestly, it felt restrained given who was standing before us. The presence of any of the four of them often led to chaos and screaming girls. When they all appeared together? I definitely believed Amy was restrained in that moment.

Mercy had certainly left that part out. “Yes.” “That’s… extreme.” “It’s a condition. The men who come here are not average men. They are high-net-worth individuals. Privacy and control matter to them. In return, you are compensated generously.” Isabel swallowed hard. “How much?” “Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Tax-free. All living expenses covered with immediate relocation, health insurance, medical care, security, anything you need.” She blinked. That was the number. Her brother’s life. Right there.

This stupid, arrogant man. But I didn't pay any attention to him or bother validating his words. I looked straight at Dad again. “No man dropped me off. It was an Uber.” “An Uber?” Nico scoffed, his sheer misery and bitterness so blatant that I snapped my head back to him. “Seriously? Who the hell Ubers in a blacked-out Rolls-Royce Phantom? Your lies are pathetic, Brianna. I saw the man myself.” “Then where exactly were you, Brianna?” Dad asked. That same calm, demanding voice froze my gaze on Nico. I didn't know how to respond or how to handle any of this.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."