The Day I Stopped Feeding Billionaires Novels & Stories

he paused in the video, wiping a tear at his eyelid before continuing “I love you, little one, and I'm very very proud of you.” The video ended and her tears increased. She watched the video multiple times, and each time she watched, she cried more. Some minutes later, her dad's secretary called back. After a short Convo, she sent the details to her by mail. She quickly copied out the details and imputed them on the site. It was all real. Fifteen million dollars waiting for her in a freaking trust fund! 2 years later. Jack was dressed in a blue tuxedo and sat among other important people in front of the hall. He was one of the people that were to be honored today. It was a business summit ho

Mitchell asked " Why is it that people always think that billionaires don't have girlfriends or wives? " Diana asked " Uuhm haven't you read every other book that has a billionaire? Most of them don't want to get attached to someone or they just have a cold heart " Mitchell answered " And what if this rich billionaire has a cold heart? " Diana asked " Well every cold heart just needs some warmth and eventually it'll melt" Mitchell asked " You sound so sure. Maybe his heart is just too cold to melt" Diana said as she tried to discourage her best friend a little bit

“Stop it, I think I’m gonna vomit” “Quit being dramatic and press the damn button,” Donovan said. Kenny tapped the elevator button. He walked directly into the kitchen. “What about the food you were served? I didn’t get any since I came late” “Everything was good, but really tiny. I can’t believe Hilliard is selling his business” “How much do you think he’s selling?” “10, maybe” “$10 billion dollars?” “Yeah, he’s restaurant chain is renowned” “That Thomas Gray guy, didn’t he and Lily go to the same school?”

For the past five years, I lived with him in a moldy basement, working three jobs to support him, while our son, Alaric, survived on discounted canned food that was nearing its expiration date. Today was Alaric's fifth birthday. To earn enough overtime pay to buy him a decent cake, we were braving the hundred-degree heat in New York City, stuffed inside heavy, filthy mascot costumes, handing out flyers in front of the Hilton. However, just as I tried to adjust my helmet, my vision went black. But as I fell backward, an extremely handsome man caught me: "Be careful." It was Valerius Sterling. The ruler of a media empire; I had seen him in financial magazines.

Beth pushed. “He was just being nice; he had to fire the maids cause what they did was wrong, he got me a studio to help me feel better about what they did, and he cooked because there were no maids around to.” “And how about the food and toys he brought here today/” “He was just doing some charity work. All billionaires do it.” I rolled my eyes. ”You just don’t want to believe he actually cares about you.” Beth scoffed. “That’s because he doesn’t. Now, can we eat?”

Mason whipped out his phone and turned it around, showing him the headline on the ‘NewYork Business Post’ ‘“SAN LIMITED PLUMMETING IN THE STOCK MARKET—Who’s behind the elusive billionaire’s downfall and is it all deliberate ?”’ “It’s all nonsense,” Justin grunted, “Every single one of it. It’s nonsense.” “Come on man. You can be honest with me. Gianna is gutting for blood and hell hath a woman’s scorn.” Mason responded.

"I love kids. And unfortunately, it's one of the reasons why all my ex-boyfriends ended the relationships. They don't want to have kids." "Oops, my bad." "Forget it. Let's--" "Italian breakfast?" said Amelia with eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I want it!" Both Ethan and Andrew looked at each other before their laugh exploded. ***

The brave mother who ran into the line of fire for her child. The press ate it up. The story had everything: a billionaire, a kidnapping, a maternal lioness, a clean resolution. My “confession” broadcast was framed as a desperate, clever ruse to buy time. Our stock barely twitched. If anything, the brand gained a layer of gritty, resilient legend.

" Ava's eyes filled up. --- _DAY 757: THE SPEECH_ 9:00 PM. Total raised: `42 Million` Double the target. Damian on stage. Ava beside him. Damian: "I became a billionaire 10 years ago. But today is the first time I felt rich." Silence. "Because today my wife showed the world that power isn't in money. It's in colors." He held Ava's hand. "This is Ava. My wife. Mother of my 3 children. And the soul of my foundation." Ava started crying.

"That's right! You must get a divorce today, and you're leaving with nothing." Wilbur's brows furrowed so hard that they knitted together… It felt like a storm was brewing. Just then, his younger sister-in-law, Chelsea Willow, said, "Dad, Mom, what are you guys doing? If it hadn't been for Wilbur giving us fifty million dollars back then, we wouldn't have moved on from being regular folks to becoming billionaires with a booming supermarket business right now. Have you forgotten what Wilbur has done for us?"