روايات وقصص ضمن The Richest Man Who Ever Lived Book

Aria's POV "Ms. Bennett? This is Priya Anand, I write for the Style section — do you have a comment on the piece running tomorrow?" I stood in my kitchen with the phone against my ear and Elias on my hip, and something in my stomach dropped before she'd even said what the piece was about. "What piece." "About your business funding. There's a source alleging Bennett Interiors was built on undisclosed money from your ex-husband, and that you've misrepresented your client contracts as a result. I wanted to give you the chance to respond before we go to print."

Chapter 1: A Rich Man's Wedding Poor Waitress Turned Billionaire Wife The cameras flashed like a firing squad. The Champagne exploded like the start of a war. The story had spread like wildfire. A tale of what resilience, luck and a little cleavage could buy you. From serving him coffee at a five-star restaurant to bearing his last name. Marilyn Lancaster— now Marilyn Fontaine, stood beside her new husband, Victor Fontaine. The forty-eight year old business tycoon, and flashed her signature red-lipped smile.

My older man said to me, with his hand still wrapped possessively around my waist, I’ve never felt so proud of myself in my entire life, it all happened like magic, just yesterday I woke up from coma, I was a nobody and now I’m a wife to one of the richest man in the country. We got to his room and a scream nearly tore from my lips, this is more like a suite, all my apartment put together is nothing close to this room, this is fucking mindblowing, this is heaven on earth, the amount of neatness, and cozy this room is…plus everything is screaming wealth not just wealth but luxury, I already said it that the first day I stepped my feet here this place was like paradise, it's more of a castle-l

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

At the same time, in the most luxurious room in the manor, a middle-aged man with a very majestic aura was socializing with a group of businessmen. He was the owner of Wayfair Mountain Entertainment on Mayberry Commercial Street and this naturally made him the richest man in Mayberry City. However, everyone was surprised at this time. This was because as soon as Mr. Lyle answered the phone, he stood up in shock before he ran out of the room frantically. “What’s wrong with Mr. Lyle?”

I prompted, pushing back the heart aching questions that popped up in my mind. I leaned in closer, my interest evident in my posture. "I could buy and sell most corporations without thinking twice about it," he said simply. "I could disappear tomorrow and live comfortably for the rest of my life without ever working again. I could buy islands, countries if I wanted to." He leaned forward as I did, his hot breath brushing against my skin as he spoke. I stared at him, trying to wrap my head around that level of wealth. "You're probably the richest man I've ever met," I said finally.

After all, she doesn’t want her husband to be a poor guy. “ Finally you came brother. I was waiting for you. How could i cut a cake without you?” Catherine shouted in excitement. “Oh, he is Catherine's brother. I thought who is richer than the Brown family?” one guy said. “This family is so rich that they even can afford to buy the whole city.” another guy said. People talked about him as he entered & came towards the pool. He looked everywhere when his eyes glued to a beautiful girl who was looking at him. He admired her beauty in his mind & walked towards Catherine.

she whispered to Joel," who responded with a sigh. The living room in the Montana mansion was filled with all the luxuries from different countries. Joel, who was a lover of good things, made an exception this time. He couldn't bring himself to admire anything. The wait was just a perpetual hell, increasing his apprehension. At long last, footsteps were heard up the stairs, descending. Joel looks up, with his gaze meeting that of Mr. Pierre Montana's fearful one, with his wife by his side whose facial expression was quite a contrast to his. He lowers his head in a flinch. "Dad, Mum, meet Joel, my boyfriend," Estelle retorts excitedly. Joel extends his hand to meet Mr. Montana but the latter