The Billionaires Match Novels & Stories

"Don't ask me that. Life goes on, Callix. We don't have to dilly dally. Let's just find out a way to fix this." "I don't know how we can find a way to fix this, Michelle." "That's why I called you. I thought I had this under control, but Ashram has corralled billionaires from the Los Angeles billionaires club. Guess that's what's giving him his new found mojo." "Billionaires club?" I asked. I had heard of something like that before. But I never stayed too long in the country so never did get any invite. I wondered if I would have to talk to a couple of people to see if they could let me in.

SAYS RIVAL TYCOON ALEXANDER VANCE. The article detailed a hostile takeover bid for Louis’s recently acquired chain of luxury resorts in Singapore and Bali. Alexander Vance was a newer, hungrier breed of billionaire—younger than Louis, with a reputation for dismantling “old-world” empires with digital-age ruthlessness and a gleeful disregard for reputation. He was a shark who enjoyed chumming the water.

It also proved to Maybelline that she needed to stop taking things easy, she had to step up her game because there was no way that she was just going to watch everything they…she and her dead husband had worked for just fall by the wayside. Maybelline who is known amongst Billionaires and CEOs as a dangerous strategist plotted her plan. To get that leech Vivienne out of Arlo's life, she knew she needed another woman in the picture, someone with everything to lose, everyone who she could use and control, some with no single penny to her name. She needed someone who would be puppet, her pawn in this game. Someone beautiful and charming enough to get her dumb son Arlo to fall in love with them

Julian shouted, standing up from his leather chair and turning to face the entire assembly. The room erupted into absolute chaos. Reporters shouted over one another, standing on their chairs to capture the historic moment. The digital scoreboard flashed wildly, displaying the astronomical figure in blinding red light. CURRENT BID: $1,800,000,000 - STERLING ENTERPRISES "One point eight billion?!" Marcus shrieked in horror, dropping his tablet onto the carpeted floor. "That's suicide! He's using every cent of that laundered Cayman capital!" Julian looked directly at Chloe, spreading his arms wide in an expansive, arrogant gesture of absolute victory. "Match it, Chloe! Match it and destroy your

From the back, a young billionaire held up his paddle. "3.5 million," he called. George didn't bat an eye. He countered immediately. "Five million." "Seven million!" The billionaire called. "Ten million," George countered, paddle held high, but the whispers, they were higher, louder. And Camille basked in every single one of them. This was her moment. "Ten million going once, going twice, and sold to Mr. Ashton!" The Emcee's announcement made Camille's chest swell with a mix of happiness and triumph.

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

"Then we had better start packing. I hear the Capital in autumn can be quite ruthless." Lord Harrison looked at the two of them, acknowledging the quiet, unbreakable bond that tied the rising titan of Velmora to the long-lost princess of the Capital. He nodded once to his head operative, who immediately raised a radio to order the transport helicopters down. The quiet, secluded retreat at the seaside villa had come to an end. The provincial battles against Victor Ashford and the Sterling family were over, but a far larger stage was opening before them—one filled with imperial politics, ancient bloodlines, and enemies who played for far higher stakes.

Hearing those words from her made me scared and also crushed the part of me that held on to little hope that he might love me one day. She’d not get the satisfaction of getting to me. “Okay bye.” I giggled. “What?” “I don’t have the time of day to spare you Brit, it’s my honeymoon. I’d have some attention to pay to your bitterness when the clock strikes 13.” I sassed before hanging up. Unknown pov “Hello.” he said “Hello.” The other man replied “How is the plan going?” “Great.” He replied with glee lacing his voice. “Very soon all of his fortune will be all ours.”

“Billionaire?” “Yeah,” he said, then nodded. “No, that’s impossible.” “You just disagree with everything I say, huh?” “No, I mean, you can be a superstar or an actor because you’re hot, but a billionaire? No.” “Why?” “Because billionaires don’t go to some average club to get drunk and risk their money on bets and give one hundred thousand dollars so easily…” I stopped in my tracks when I realized it. Damn, he must be a billionaire in that case.

Amber kept silent waiting for him to continue because she wasn't getting what he was trying to say. Since when did billionaires start competing for power and wealth? Amber thought. Xavier knew immediately her silence was because she had no idea what he was saying so he elaborated it to her, "Each year the Billionaires Club Wealth hold an annual event where they calculate the total amount of money owned by different CEOs over the years, the one with the highest amount is the winner and he gets to be on Magazines, TV shows, he is going to be known worldwide as San Francisco #1 Billionaire CEO and this year I am the winner" Xavier said proudly. Amber finally understood what he meant, so that's