Novel & Cerita The Double Life Of A Billionaire

It seems your life was too easy when growing up, you can't remember to get yourself everything you might need," Elise said. "That's exactly the opposite of my life, my adoptive family wasn't well off and we went through challenging times, only early last year did myfortunesturn and I became a billionaire, I guess I must have cheated myself to forget who I truly am," Tilda said, lately she enjoyed riches and limelight that her previous light became blurry to her, coupled with the life of a princess, it were as though she had never tasted poverty.

They both took a seat and Alessa sat next to Damien while Aria sat next to Aiden. “Is this what you do now? You host dumb parties and dress up fancy?” Damien asked as he looked at her. The kids couldn't hear their conversation. Alessa didn't look at him as she gave a response. She poured herself a drink. “No, this is the first time and I had no idea until it was too late to turn it down,” she replied as she brought the glass closer to her lips. “Really? If you don't know you are all over the news. Have you read the headlines? The billionaire’s ex-wife returns as a billionaire and with twins. She invested in… “

Selina approached me with anger, she was going to punch me on my stomach, my baby. “Stop, please, I’m pregnant!” Selina paused and looked at me. “You’re what?” “Please Selina, I’m begging you to stop all this.” She walked away from me and go to Oscar, after a few muttering of words, Selina giggles and jumps, Oscar caught her and spin around with her. She gets her phone to make a call. “Change of plan, fifty billion dollars cash, same time and venue. Don’t be late.” She ended the call and went back to Oscar celebrating. I knew it was Duke she called, it wasn’t the first time she called him from how she spoke to him. That amount was too much.

The desperate, bitter man took the bait with pathetic eagerness. On the eve of the gala, the story broke. Not in Finch’s paper, but in a tawdry European gossip sheet known for paying for dirt. The headline screamed: **THE CONTESSA AND THE BILLIONAIRE HEIR: A FORBIDDEN YACHT TRYST THAT SHOOK THE RIVIERA!** It was perfect. Just credible enough, just sordid enough. My phone rang thirty minutes later. Alistair Finch. “Mr. Trevane. I assume you’ve seen the morning’s sensationalism.”

Lia nodded, but the doubt in her eyes told me she didn’t believe that either. --- The next few days passed in a blur. I barely had time to process what was happening before I found myself driven away in a black car, escorted to an upscale hotel where I was instructed to meet the second twin—his name, I learned, was Jake. The drive was quiet, my hands twisting in my lap as I tried to calm the growing pit of anxiety in my stomach. When I arrived, I was ushered into a lavish penthouse suite. The marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and everything about the place screamed wealth. But despite the beautiful surroundings , I felt cold, like I didn’t belong.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt secure—more secure than I had ever felt in the chaos of my life. We had just escaped the courtroom, the weight of the legal battle still hanging in the air. The media had painted me as nothing but a gold-digger, a woman who had snatched away everything Damian had worked for. They didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know that the man standing before me wasn’t just a billionaire. He was everything I had learned to love, to trust, and to fight for. Damian, stripped of his wealth and power, wasn’t the ruthless billionaire he once was. Without the empire that had defined him, he was a man vulnerable and real, looking for something he could no lo

he said simply. I let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, I definitely do." His next words made my blood freeze. "You have two days to find a wife or you cease to be my heir." I went still. "You can’t be serious," I said slowly. His gaze was unwavering. "I am." My stomach tightened. This was a threat. A real one. I had spent my entire life being groomed to take over the Gold empire. It wasn’t just about money—it was about Power,Connections,Control. Without it, I had nothing.