The Millionaire Real Estate Agent Novels & Stories

A five year marriage, no children, and no interference in his private life in exchange for fifty million dollars. I hadn’t slept the night before. I’d lain awake in the small guest room at home, staring at the ceiling, trying to count reasons not to come here. But each one fell apart when I remembered my father’s shallow breathing… the unpaid hospital bills… the creditors circling like vultures around our dying company and I couldn’t just watch them die. Not while there was still hope. “This… This isn’t exactly something I dreamed about growing up,” I said, my voice thinner than I wanted it to be.

Daphne rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck. Lorraine cleared her throat and launched her campaign. “So, Andrew… I can call you Andrew right?” “Sure,” “What exactly do you do? Must be something quite lucrative to afford a watch like that.” “Real estate,” he answered easily. She nodded, but her eyes were already sharpening. “I expect nothing less, a man like Mr Ashford has quite the potential.” Daphne chimed in. “Yes. Daphne here's got real star potential—potential modeling offers rolling in left and right. Sophia, bless her heart, never went to college.

Officer Miller offers his apologies before being cut off by his partner Pennet. “I’m sorry to dive into your personal life, Jessie, but I have to ask - it seems that you have funded your husband’s start-up of his career prior to his multi-millionaire status. Can you tell us how you obtained that money?” “It was an inheritance. I don’t see why that’s important,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. My palms felt clammy against the hospital sheets, as the faint beeping of my heart monitor filled the silence that followed. “We’re going to get to that in just a moment,” Officer Miller replied, his voice calm but firm, like he was piecing together a puzzle I didn’t yet see.

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

If her parents came to visit, they could stay there, and the property was registered under her name. The real estate agent knew very well that anyone who could afford a place in this building was not short of money, but he hadn’t expected the buyer interested in the unit to be a Wilson. “And… would you like me to negotiate with them?” the agent asked carefully. Oriel rolled her eyes. “Just send me the number.” She wanted to see which arrogant rich man thought he could buy anything he wanted. Frank’s assistant called him half an hour later. “How did it go?” Frank was in his private heated pool at the time, his tone casual.

One of New york’s youngest and richest bachelors. In the first photo, he stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window with behind him. Arms crossed. Expression cold. The image screamed money. Power. Control. I scrolled. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Billionaire. Owner of Knight Enterprises. CEO of Magical one of the biggest talent agencies in New york. In the world. Anyone signed to Magical had already made it. That building was a dream most people would never even stand inside. If I got in…

He’s almost better than me in the cooking department. His--our mansion speaks volume of his wealth, his accent shows he's of the elite class, that he comes from money. A man who is that rich should have someone who fights his battle for him, do the dirty jobs. There should be people running around our big house because it requires a lot of maintenance which I can't handle alone but there is none, no single person but us. Maybe he gave them a break for us to have privacy but I doubt it. Trailing an imaginary line on the bridge of his nose, I ask, "Has… has it always been this way?" He grabs my hand, bites down on my fingertips and a shiver runs down my spine.

"I'm Camille Stirling, nice to meet you, here's my résumé, and the letter from the agency. Elise received it, but without looking at anything, she handed it back to him. "Don't worry, my dear, I'm Elise McGregor, Olivia's mother, so I'm going to see if my daughter has woken up. Joanne nodded and watched Elise climb the stairs, the beautiful stairs carved in oak, and with windows that allowed you to see the best views of the whole place, for her, it was very difficult to resist all the luxuries that were in the house, she longed to have one of those, so she would fulfill the deal with Jonathan, And he wouldn't miss the slightest opportunity to make a profit.

My eyes zero in on the fifth name. Jei Clementine. Spoilt son of a billionaire father. Filthy rich and pampered. Unlike him, I am not spoilt. I take calculated risks, make informed decisions. Rumours have it that his father threatened to disown him if he continued philandering. Jei is desperate, he needs a reliable company to invest in. To show his father he is making good use of his inheritance asides from spending it on strippers and unreasonable purchases.