The Millionaire Next Door Book Novels & Stories

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

He couldn't get too upset about it. He shakes his head, not hearing my friendly words, but before I continue someone knocks on the door and cuts me off. Roman with his hair cut short on the sides and longer on the top runs his fingers through it while walking into the penthouse and drops a copy of the local paper on the kitchen island. Vincent grunts his thanks and leans over, reading the article heading where Roman points. "Fuck me." Ex-Wife of Local Billionaire Writes Tell-All Book Vincent's fists slam angrily on the paper. "I'm the only fucking billionaire in this town. Shit."

I spread the butter evenly on my bread, that was the previous night and it's morning I have to prepare myself. "Thank God for Mr Billionaire I would have been kicked out of this cottage" I grumbled picking my hot tea I took my phone to call Salome, a good friend of mine "Hey Salome! how are you?" I asked happily "Am good. At least not blowing like you," We laughed "I heard you had a billionaire client" She said surprised "Yeah" I answered reluctantly "We were at Breton Hotels and Suites" "Wow! Aria am beginning to feel the agency is not fair" She complained

Why did I listen to grandma. The man was a walking brick, none of my kicks got to him. "Put me down! Did Max send you? Did he want the divorce so bad that he had to kidnap me to sign it?" I was ranting. "You're too loud for a lady" was all the response I got from my billion questions. "What?!" "Who wouldn’t be loud when they are being kidnapped?" He suddenly put me down in the restroom, and I realised i was being paranoid for nothing.

What if I contacted std? ------------------------- POV: GABRIELLA BROOKS "We've arrived" The cab driver said to me. I paid him and got down from the car. I just arrived at Chen's place for our little get together. Bro's house was fine. I recalled Sage telling me his family was one of the top 1% rich in China. If I was him, I would have had a hard time staying humble. The whole estate screamed class and elegance, Chen's house had smooth white walls, large glass windows and a dark wooden front door. There was a small fountain at the front, the grass perfectly trimmed and his car was parked in the driveway.

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

Counting to ten mentally, as slowly as possible to make sure there aren't any chances of her coming back, I tip toe towards the door and wear my sandals before peeking outside. There was still a bit of night life with slowing down cars entering their garages. I don't know any of my rich neighbors. I believe at least three of them on the same street are millionaires as myself. Except, I'm a billionaire in comparison. I'm not boasting, but only pointing out the difference in figures we make.

Nothing that didn’t sound like a stretch. “Exactly.” Clara nudged her with an elbow. “You’re not even trying. Honestly, if you’d stayed in that fancy penthouse a little longer, who knows? You could’ve been sipping champagne on a yacht right now instead of scrubbing pigeon crap off patio chairs.” Millie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Because millionaires are always falling for the help. I have a life, Clara. I wasn’t going to play Rapunzel in some billionaire’s tower.”

She grinned at her perky aunt. “Oh yeah!” Millie had a smirk on her thin lips. “And what about you, little Geri Cherry, when are you going to get it through your pretty head that you’re wasting away chasing your smoke-filled dreams? Find yourself a millionaire before that hot body of yours goes all the way downhill.” “That what you did, Auntie dear? I didn’t know Randall Rogan was a millionaire back then.”

But my eyes wandered briefly over the newspapers and newer magazines the stand owner was getting out for the day. A gasp pulled itself from my lips and vanished in the air. I reached out and grabbed the magazine with Andrey's face on the front. Youngest millionaire in New York City. My heart dropped through the bottom of my chest as I read the words. I could almost feel his eyes on me from the page, sharp and calculating like the predator he truly was. "You buying a copy, sweetheart?" The stand owner drawled in a heavy Brooklyn accent. Then his eyes wandered over my face and whipped back to the older magazine cover I was splayed across. "Whoa, sign a copy of this for me and you can take this