Ben Herman Billionaire Novels & Stories

Me and Lady Selene definitely have a lot of things to say after dinner. "Hi Bree, I'm Alexander Pierce," I said. "Nice to meet you Alexander, I'm Bree Thatcher. The only daughter of the royalty." She was full of herself and pompous and rude, I didn't like it. "Nice to meet you Bree, I'm a billionaire if you have no idea. The youngest number 1 billionaire in New York," two can play the game. She is living off her parent's money, I am living on my own money.

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

"Will that be enough for the rest of her years, until she graduates from high school. Even when she wants to go to a nice college. Will you have enough?" Max's shoulders are broad and intimidating. His head is covered in a fire of hair, freckles dotting around his cheeks perfectly. His eyes are a deep emerald that holds Maryanne at bay. "I will figure it out." The billionaire nods his head, his eyebrows raising momentarily. He opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted as a knock echoes from the door and a woman, in her mid-forties, enters. She holds an armful of documents. "Good afternoon, thank you both for coming on such short notice," she says exasperated. She drops the folders onto the

She stopped and looked at me. “Don't you really understand?” She said while staring at me insultingly. She looked at me from head to toe at the same time she laughed again which I annoyed to her. “With that body size of yours, you are ashamed to confess to a single woman? Besides that, have you forgotten who and what you are? You are a mafia boss, have you forgotten? That everything is yours. You are rich, you have much money, you have many beautiful cars, you have a big mansion, you have bodyguards and apart from that, you are handsome.” She added, and suddenly, she was stunned by the last word she said where I looked up at her and our eyes met each other, but she immediately looked away fr

How the hell was this possible, and even if it was then, how could this news never reach my ear until now? ‘Clearly, that bitch is lying to retain the shareholders.’ He assumed because all the shareholders who were with him before in pulling out their investment from the company almost denied it at the last moment. He checked everything about Haysbert Corporation that was over the internet. The founder of the company was Marinda Haysbert. He went through her details and came to know that her great grandfather used to be the King, so she was someone who was born with silver spoon in her mouth. So, unlike the people who were self-made billionaires, her family had been a billionaire for centuri

To acquire such power requires travelling a difficult route, yet he had done it in a manner that not only filled him with pride but also filled his people with pride in him. This is Steve Darlene, the youngest billionaire in all of Perth and Fremantle combined. Even though his name is always included on the billboard chart as the most successful businessman, no one has ever seen his face. Even Steve's employees don't know who Steve is; he keeps his identity a secret.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inhe

She had been reckless, naive, and now she was trapped. And he would be relentless. Because he was a billionaire—cold, ruthless, heartless. His empire had been built on control, manipulation, and eliminating anyone who defied him. He didn’t forgive. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care. And now, Yesha realized with a hollow pang, he owned her. “Yesha Elaine,” he said, stepping closer, so close she could feel the heat from him, “the moment you signed, you stopped being yours. That is the reality. You can scream, you can fight, you can resist… but it won’t change a thing.”

"Or we move to appoint Denis as the interim head of Vane Holdings." I didn’t respond. Boiling, I took long strides out of the room before I would smash someone’s head against a wall. My father had built this empire, and I had expanded it into a global titan, yet I was being held hostage by those that hadn’t labored for it in the slightest. I needed to clear my head before I broke something, or someone.