A Woman Worth Billions Novels & Stories

under her breath. Laura Emerson is the only woman in their friend group. Each person is well over one hundred million dollars of net worth. Some of them thought having a woman in the group would distract them and lower their efficiency. Laura proved them wrong. She was the first billionaire among them and the richest one among them so far.

“I do. I just want to understand why you wouldn’t do the right thing though.” He sighed and rubbed his neck. “I’m just obeying her orders.” “I know. But why?” He sighed. “You don’t understand.” I stared at him. “Then enlighten me.” He looked around once more then whispered, “That lady is worth over fifty billion dollars.” I blinked. “Okay?” He nodded. “She owns businesses. Lands. Companies. She has power. The kind of power that can make people disappear.” I swallowed. "She can be kind," he said. "But she can be very, very ruthless."

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Sarah wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon

" You heard wrong. After you threatened me to stay away from him and not mess up with your plan, I did a quick background search on you and I must say, I'm impressed. A multi billionaire with a net worth of over 600 billion dollars? You are a man with money. Just the kind that I like" she said, leaning into the table now, her voluptuous chest on full display. " What? Did that line manage to get Lloyd? You should know that you would have to do a lot harder than that for get me. I'm not as cheap as him you see "I said to her. She scoffed, sitting back into the chair and even though she tried to make it a very subtle act, she adjusted her shirt to cover her spilling breasts.

Was she doing something shady? After hours of searching, I got tired and decided to stop by a nearby restaurant for a drink. I ordered something quick, but as soon as the waitress handed me my cup, something about her face made me pause. She looked… familiar. When she walked away, I glanced back at the picture I had been given for identification—and my eyes widened. The resemblance wasn’t just close—it was perfect. She was working? I stared at the picture again, then at her. There was no mistaking it. Mrs. Knight, the billionaire’s wife, was working as a waitress. My mind was spinning. Why would she be doing this? What reason could she possibly have?

Then she narrowed her eyes. “Actually…” “If you’re such a good hacker…” “How is it that you never knew who I was?” I blinked. She continued casually. “Well… where did you think I got so much money from?” “Enough money to own several properties.” “Enough to never touch my inheritance.” “Enough to financially support White Real Estate when we were starting.” She smiled. “Did you think I was just lucky?” Then she added— “I was the one who invested in you at the start.” I froze.

When she laughed, it was not with joy but with the brittle sound of glass breaking. “They eat it up like wolves,” she said, tossing the magazine aside with a flick of her wrist. Her green eyes glittered with cruel delight. “Every headline makes her look cheaper, dirtier. And the timing oh, it is delicious. Damian is out of the city, isn’t he? Absent. Silent. That silence will speak louder than any denial she can muster.” Helena’s gaze remained fixed on one of the glowing screens. The headline blared in bold letters, Billionaire’s wife Hides a Dark Past, Secret Child in Russia? She tapped her manicured nail against the glass, savoring the rhythm like a drumbeat of victory.

Isla raised the bill, staring at it closely like she was dreaming like any second now, the paper would disappear. "You want me to pinch you for a reality check?" Bridget said beside her. Isla still couldn’t believe the two hundred billion dollar check in her hand was real. It was two hundred billion someone’s generational wealth sitting in her palm. "Where did you get this kind of money? Don’t tell me you sacrificed everything you own." Bridget chuckled. "Look at me, Isla," she said, pointing at herself. "I’m still fine. And you’re not reacting the way I thought you would. I expected you to be halfway to Gareth by now, shoving that money down his throat."

"I mean, could she have been hiding this the whole time?" Amanda scrolls through her phone frantically. "Look at these articles. Forbes calls her 'The Genius Who Emerged from Nowhere.' TechCrunch says she's 'revolutionizing cybersecurity.' This company, Vale Tech, it's worth billions." "Billions," Victoria repeats numbly. The woman they'd dismissed as too ordinary, too simple, too beneath their circle had built an empire. While they were gossiping at charity lunches, she'd been changing the world. "I need another drink," Catherine says.