Instant Billionaire Novels & Stories

he threatened and she scoffed. "Stay away from all the girls... you know what I will do..." she said and left... what they both don't know is their college is near to end and then both will inherit their parents' Pharma company... who have become really strong rivals over the years... history will repeat itself... they will soon fight in the business world... sparks will fly... games will be played... someone will lose the game and someone will lose heart... Because Ronan is already a Billionaire and this Billionaire Has Met His Match!

I needed the dopamine, I just needed something for myself again. Wow his Mansion is so huge, who is this guy? A secret CIA that needs a one night stand to move on with his life and release the sperm or what? Fuck! What do I care, at least his hot enough and from the look of things he is rich enough to lay with me not bad for a one night stand. I got in his bed, the huge bed in white bed sheets, so dressed and pressed, the house so arranged and everything in white and grey, wow.

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’

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.

Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, and extended it toward her. "Here... this should cover a new outfit and some extra for your needs." He hadn't anticipated the resounding slap from Aella after his words had left his mouth. Damien Sullivan, the CEO of Damien Fashion World, a multi-billion-dollar company, was slapped by a commoner. Rage welled up inside him at the thought. His ego was more than bruised, and Aella didn't seem to mind as she grabbed the dollar note from his outstretched hand and tore it to shreds.