Ben Herman Billionaire Novels & Stories

She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Someone much richer than you, baby girl.” “You think a few millions-“ “Billions.” I corrected, while staring at my nails.

The other guy, I don't know, said. "800..." Rome bid. “Nin—” The other bidder was cut off by Rome. I could feel his impatience, even though his face was as unreadable as a blank page. “One billion dollars,” Rome said casually, like it was nothing. Nothing. But a billion dollars. Gosh. Who is this person again? Oh... the one and only—Rome Archillus De Herrera, one of the multi-billionaire monsters in the business world. "Uh... One billion dollars, is that... is that all?" The auctioneer seemed so shocked to utter the price. "Selling for One billion dollars, One billion dollars, sold."

He tugged the brim of his cap lower, adjusted the collar of his black leather jacket, and scanned the crowd through darkened lenses. "Westbrook's girl just arrived," said Kellan through the earpiece. "She’s wearing red. Alone. Upper balcony, Liam didn’t respond. He already spotted her. Ariana Westbrook. She swayed with a reckless grace—long legs, fiery curls bouncing, eyes half-closed as if the world didn't matter. The spoiled heiress was everything her father warned him about. Unpredictable. Wild. A ticking time bomb waiting to detonate the Westbrook legacy.

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

I go to downstairs wished everyone a very good morning 🌅 and eat my breakfast was cooked by my mom. Nishant pov Everything is going perfect. I was in meeting conference mr. Pattinson like to merge her company with mine. I speak so mr. Pattinson it's very good deal for both of us company so congratulations now Mehta group of companies merge with pattinson firm hope this decision giving growth to both of companies I shake hands with mr. Pattinson so evening I have to catch my flight for india. But I am tired bcoz of this tour might be I take rest and going tommorow yaa that's perfect let me call niharika to inform that cancel my today's tickets and book tommorow

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

I mutter into his chest, "he doesn't act like I exist unless other people are around. He gets a new girl into his bed almost every night. This marriage is a joke." "I'm sorry," he mutters into my hair, "if I could do anything I would. Who is the guy you're marrying?" "Leon Bailey," I tell him while lifting my head off of his chest, "he is the worst person, I thought that Jacob was in my business class. I was so wrong!" "The stupid billionaire playboy?" Oliver asks and I nod, "he's on almost every magazine this month. He's the talk of America basically."

With billionaires, the line between them was thin. He'd chosen Le Bernardin, where seven-course lunches cost more than most monthly salaries. Elena had learned to navigate such spaces, though her wolf still found them suffocatingly civilized. "Straight to business," Castellan said after pleasantries. "I want to buy NovaTech." "It's not for sale." "Everything's for sale at the right price. One billion. Cash. You'd personally net over four hundred million after taxes." Four hundred million. Enough to buy Silvermoon outright, to return as conquering hero rather than strategic investor. Enough to never need anyone's approval again.

When she was done, Bethany held her by the hair and dragged her out of the compound. "Please Bethany!" "Stop!" Bethany turned around to find her husband there with the man he'd been in a meeting with. Steven Richards walked over to where his wife stood, and whispered, "How dumb can you be? what do you want Mr Jerome to think of us? you'd better let this girl go now" Bethany was quite displeased, but she didn't want Jerome to think ill of them, he was about to be her husband's business partner and they must not lose him, after all, he was The Jerome Ken, the youngest billionaire in the whole of X City.

I asked and everyone, literally, everyone looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. “You don’t know who Adrien Russell is?” Racheal asked and I shook my head. “You must be living in caves to not know him. He is the most handsome, single billionaire in the states. He will soon take over his father’s business of restaurants and hotels all over the world.” Megan explained and I stood there shocked. So the person who helped me and saved my life yesterday, was a freaking billionaire. No wonder the management of the lodge gave him so much importance. “But I highly doubt that now. Seeing that his and his family's reputation is at stake. I never knew he was such a player.” Hannah sho