All Chapters of The Billionaires (#1): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sometimes in life, we get to the stage where nothing surprises us anymore. Someone dies; we say it was their time. Someone fails; failure is part of life, they will get it right the next time. We have reached the point where it is acceptable for us to be hurt because the people we love the most are the ones who hurt us the most, right? However, "we" is not everyone. We are not the same; the world population is about 7.6 billion and more up to date, meaning that there are seven billion different people out there. We do not all perceive life the same way; the way Jean sees an elephant is not the same way Anna sees an elephant. Lara may see it as what it is - an animal, while Maya may see it as tension. This was the situation with Anita Simmons. She had made the biggest mistake of her life, but she did not even know it. She had invited MJ over for breakfast at the beach house on a Saturday morning. When MJ refused to talk to her the previous night, she was con

"Mr Parker." Thuso nodded, entering Logan's home office. "Thuso, I thought you had a family crisis; what are you doing here?" Logan asked flatly, sitting on his white office couch. “It’s been sorted, Sir.” Thuso said with his hand behind his back. “Great, at least now you can do what I pay you to do.” Logan said sharply. “You know I don’t appreciate workers who mix business with pleasure; you sort out your family issues outside of work, after working hours.” He said sternly. “Yes, Sir.” The driver gave a slight bow. “Good. I want you to go over the CCTV footage and see if you can find anything on the accident from yesterday. It was a black car with tinted windows; I could not make out who was in there, and strangely, the street cameras were off in that duration.” He gestured at his laptop on the desk. Thuso walked towards it and turned the screen s

Days were shorter, nights longer. Winter had marked its arrival as night fell too early as compared to summer where 7p.m. was sunset. Gauteng Maboneng. A very unique description of the beauty of Johannesburg at night. The streetlights and house lights illuminated the city, marking its beauty with its brightness. Sandton was the ‘it’ place in Johannesburg. Always busy. From fancy hotels to fancy restaurants, from fancy shops to fancy apartments, but nothing could compare to Cnr Grayston Dr and Rivonia Rd. Expensive cars piled up the streets, marking the presence of very important people, and a very important and big occasion. A red carpet laid on the grounds of The Maslow Hotel from outside, all the way inside, and journalists littered outside the entrance of the hotel, taking pictures and interviewing some of the guests. The inside of the hotel was exquisite and the most luxurious. It was covered in gold from head to to

“This is a special party for a very special person. We have a lot of things lined up for you, but before we continue, I would like for us to give the birthday girl’s brother a chance to speak. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Jorge Billings to the stage!” Anita said, and the guests clapped as Jorge made his way to the stage. “Uhm…first of all, I would like to thank you for coming at such a short notice, I’m really grateful for that, thank you.” Jorge spoke up. “People often ask me what’s the most important thing in my life, and the answer is always the same – MJ Billings." He said with much-held adoration. "You are probably listening to me right now, and if you are, I want you to know that I love you, MJ, and my words don't even begin to describe my love for you." He said and his eyes wandered over the crowd, the only person he was looking for, missing. "Not only did our mother leave this world on this day

4th May 2017; a Thursday like any other. From local newspapers to the world’s top newspapers, social media, local radio stations, TV shows - they were all buzzing with Logan Parker’s engagement and the sudden wedding. MJ stood at the balcony outside Jorge's beach house in Cape Town. She was wearing Jorge's oversized black sweatpants and a T-shirt. The cool breeze blew her brown hair as she leaned over the railing with a faraway look. Jorge walked in quietly with two mugs in his hands. “Tea?” He asked and handed her one of the mugs. MJ turned around and took the tea. “Thanks.” She said and took a sip of her tea. She turned back around and looked at the beautiful view of the ocean from the balcony. Jorge stood next to her, slid one of his hands in his pocket, and drank his tea. They drank their tea in silence, with Jorge stealing quick glances at MJ whenever she was not looking. “I can’