The Day I Stopped Feeding Billionaires Novels & Stories

I was excited and also curious. Am Amanda Ezeh, 24 and lives alone.Broke at the moment got a lot of bills to settle I work as an humans resource officer in a company owned by a business tycoon Late Chife Johnson Okafor and now being managed by his only son one of the youngest multbillon dollar guy in the country, Richard Okafor. He was pretty rich and from what I heard… He’s an easy going man but too observative. He has an exquisite taste of fashion and had great abs.

Feeling helpless and shattered, I crumbled to the floor, crying bitterly. The worst part of it all was the fact that I couldn’t borrow money from any friend because I didn’t have any. Brian never allowed me to socialize, even though it was for business. Frantic, I tried to reach out to some loan sharks, but I got to know I was blacklisted.

LOLETTE. These expensive balls always made me feel like I was suffocating. Today, I had to be here though. For him. The boy who wasn’t only my best friend, my closest confidant, but the man of my dreams. The last part was a secret though. And he was about to step into something even bigger than himself, becoming the next CEO of the largest petroleum company in the world, Emporio Dynasty Petrol. My eyes locked in on the table in the centre of the large gathering, where you could find the most expensive Armani, the flashiest Rolexes, and the most iridescent diamonds. All because that table seated the richest family in the entire hall.

He wasn’t being cruel. She smirked. "so you only actually planned the date after I agreed to go on it," she teased. He grinned. "Maybe." "Maybe," she said again, turning her head to look at him for a second. They both laughed lightly. The awkwardness eased just a little. He kept his hands on the wheel, eyes ahead, but the smile stayed. The radio buzzed to life with a shift in static. A new voice came on, crisp and loud. "And in hot fire celebrity gossip today, guess who’s trending again? That’s right. Billionaire Isaac Dunn. Looks like he’s not done obsessing over his ex."

“He was crying, they took him aside. They asked questions. They said the car belongs to a billionaire. They said the man is angry. They want the whole door replaced. They took your number. They said the owner will decide punishment.” Pearl felt her throat tighten. A billionaire and a red convoy. Pearl ’s mind replayed every small detail she had heard about billionaires. Their influence, their power, their wealth, their obsession with their cars and their meanness. Pearl sat down slowly, her face drained of color. “Mama… you should have stopped him.” The grandmother lowered her head. “I tried, I did not see him move, I was holding Savior. I have really failed.” Pearl covered her eyes with bot

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

“I know you’re the best divorce attorney in the city. Please…I need your help.” A young man holding a small child suddenly rushed into my law firm and fell to his knees in front of me. Just as I reached out to pull him up, a barrage of bullet-chat comments suddenly flashed across my vision: “Classic tragic romance trope. The male lead gets tortured relentlessly before he dies.” “Once he gets dragged back this time, both he and the kid are done for. The female lead is going to live the rest of her life in regret.” “He’s so naive, thinking a lawyer can solve this. The female lead is literally the wealthiest woman in Crestwood City. There’s no way she’s letting him get a divorce.” Then, t

“Like they didn’t just understand my taste, they understood me. It had to have been you.” “It had to be me. I’m your best friend.” Jess bumped her shoulder into mine with a smug grin. “Who knew dating a billionaire could take you from homeless to homeowner in record time? I seriously need to find myself one of those, ASAP.”

Because if this is some kind of reality show, I would like to resign. I slowly turn in a full circle, no cameras. No director shouting, “Cut!” no hidden microphones. Just a room full of people who are looking at me like I escaped from the psychiatric hospital. I point at myself, “Can somebody please tell me what’s going on?” Nobody speaks, are rich people allergic to conversation? I look back at the billionaire. “No offense. But you look way too successful to answer an online advertisement.” “Yes.” I shake my head stubbornly, “Why do you agree to be my fake baby daddy for two million dollars?”

They will say I was scorned by a billionaire and he left me a baby. The last part is true. A billionaire left me a baby but I was not scorned. No. I dumped him and I haven't heard from him in four months. But at the end of every month, a sum of money usually ranging between $20k-$30k makes it into my account. The money comes from Linc. It's compensation for resigning on my behalf. I apparently resigned from the Sun Rise Cove Tribune on this 'backpacking through Europe'. That is the story line Linc fed everyone who would have been concerned about my absence.