The Day I Stopped Feeding Billionaires Novels & Stories

I am lost in my anime till Gregory comes over to me "Denise, it's time for us to leave". I sit up, putting on my sandals as Gregory helps me up to my feet. When Gregory told me he was taking me for a business meeting I never expected this, I don't think I have truly grasped what the concept of being a billionaire truly means. We are seated in his private jet, an actual private jet. I've been in awe since I stepped in, the jet has a bed and even a bar . "good lord". In my wildest dream I wouldn't have even seen this.

Certainty. Before Mia could respond, her phone began ringing. She looked down. A news notification appeared. Her face changed. BREAKING: BILLIONAIRE ETHAN CARTER ADMITS WIFE WAS WRONGLY ACCUSED OF INFIDELITY. Mia stared at the headline. Ryan took one look at her expression. “What happened?” She showed him the phone. Ryan read the article. Then he looked at her. “He did this publicly.” Mia slowly opened the article. Ethan had taken full responsibility.

I gave him back one of his words, what he said to me at Astoria’s secrets. “I’m not mad at you, I guess I’m mad at your ego. You’re rich, and so what? Does that give you the right to talk down on anyone who isn’t as privileged as you? I used to think not all billionaires were jerks, but seeing you just really took the cherry off that assumption.” “So what, you want me to be nice to you? to like you?” He scoffed as stepped forward a little. I turned sharply to face the direction where he stood,

“That she is. The kids love her and she is really good to them.” “And to you as well,” she said and I halted in my steps. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I deny. “Oh, Adrian. You forgot that you are one of the most famous billionaires in this country; of course there will be pictures of you in magazines,” she chuckles. ’’

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

I was a billionaire who couldn't access his own fortune, rendered powerless and trapped by the very digital footprint that had built my empire. We walked away from the ATM, from the money, from everything I’d built. That night we slept in a homeless shelter in the Bronx, anonymous among the desperate and forgotten, and I lay on a thin mattress that smelled of sweat and despair, wondering how we’d fallen so far, so fast. Day 7.

Jessica immediately walked towards Mr. Joyce. Likewise with William. He immediately asked the reason he was crying. “Dad, what made you cry?” He asked, noticing the look in his father's eyes that continued to stare at the photo he was holding. “I only remember Mr. Wilson's kindness. He once gave me three million dollars to build a company. It turns out that now I have met his biological child. I am happy! Thank you, Jessica, I will consider you as my biological child, now you come to live with me and just empty your house!” said Mr. Joyce, wiping his tears.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “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.”

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

And since her laptop was just sitting there, waiting to be used, she came up with one of the most radical ideas: believing in her father's crap. "It surely wouldn't hurt to look it up," Ida said to herself, hoping that whatever it was would help her overcome the experience she was currently dealing with. To her surprise, it was a real thing, and it was something only the wealthiest could acquire. Perhaps that's why it's never actually discussed publicly on social media.