Instant Billionaire Novels & Stories

or “The Hidden Billionaire.” See you again soon, Dear Readers. With love, Zila Aicha

He kind of scared me in my fucked up state. “I been watching you,” he says, his voice raspy like he’d smoked and drank hard liquor his whole life. “You need money and I have a solution,” he whispered. “Yeah? You got 50 million I can borrow,” I laughed, shaking my head at the old fool. “No, but I know who you can get it from,” he said, sliding a ripped page of a magazine over to me, with Jay’s picture on it. ‘Award Winning, Billionaire, Jay Preston climbs to the top. Awaiting his millionth contract’

Alex waved to her from his office floor; he was staring down at her through the glass windows, with a sheepish smile on his face. Rachel had never been more confused in her life. Did she just secure the job? How was this even possible? He hired her after everything she had done? This was the craziest experience in her life! She didn’t know if to rejoice or worry, but she forced a nervous smile back and then walked to her Toyota corolla. She had just bagged a job, but she wasn’t screaming like originally planned!! Mr. Grumpy was either mysterious or he had other plans that she needed to be wary of. Either way, she needed to inform Olivia of the latest developments. She was now the assistant t

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

“By the way,” “What?” “Do you happen to know Matthew Zarsuelo?” He froze mid-step, eyes widening. “Matthew Zarsuelo? Don’t tell me, he’s the guy we talked about last night?” I nodded. “Yes. The one who owns a company.” “Shit, you really dug your own grave.” he muttered. “Is he one of the evil rich?” My stomach tightened. Is that why he wants me to work for him? Revenge? “He’s not that bad,” Lyndon said. “But he’s one of the youngest multi-billionaires in the country. He owns Grand Finance.”

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

“Did you see him out there? He’s so hot!” A woman’s voice shrieked from the sinks. Lana Reign was still in the stall when she caught the tail end of the conversation. “You know he donated everything, right? He’s like a billionaire!” Another woman chimed in as Lana readied herself to leave the stall. “He’s with some model in a purple gown,” the first woman answered, as they both turned to see Lana stumbling out of the stall as she realized they were talking about her.