Ben Herman Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Now piss off. You're starting to get on my nerves." The bartender slides two drinks toward us. She takes hers without another word and sips it, ignoring me completely. I take mine, lean against the bar, and try again. "Hey, maybe you might not know who I am-" "Oh, I know who you are." That stops me. She turns toward me, that faint smirk curving her lips. "You're Zayne Beaumont," she says. "The young billionaire who runs Beaumont Industries. Tech empire worth, what, over a hundred billion dollars now?"

He projected an air of generosity, as if he had done Renee a massive favor. Renee chuckled. "Herman, even if I don't mind, it doesn't mean I'll cooperate with you. I don't believe this was just a misunderstanding. And as for the Hermes bag? I'm not exactly in need of one." She was on the verge of expressing her indifference towards Herman's wealth. She wanted him to fuck off. “Don't act all high and mighty. You're telling me you don't appreciate a Hermes bag worth over a hundred thousand dollars?" Herman retorted, his face quickly reddening with frustration. "I'll even throw in a BMW X5. You should act smart.”

Emery queried. "You have a rich boyfriend. Tell him you need some money and he will disburse the funds to you. I have made my findings about him. Benhail Gunther, the CEO of Gunther's winery, the youngest billionaire in the whole of Texas. Common, don't be lame. Just do what I want you to do and get your sister freed. I don't mind inflicting pain on your friend's ass, you know I have never liked her and seeing her makes me so angry." She heard the shrill cry of Lola and fear gripped her insides.

I just stared at her—my best friend, looking so damn happy that I'm finding it hard to believe whether this is all an act. "I'd really love to meet that man of yours." My voice was totally a doubting one. She stood up slowly, flipping her hair over her shoulder, smiling wider. “Girl, he’s so hot. And he’s a fucking billionaire. You’re gonna freak when you see him.” I forced this weak scoff, trying to act like I wasn’t impressed by money. I mean, I wasn’t—being the wife of a billionaire myself—Leon’s family has plenty. Bella leaned against the makeup table, her arms loosely crossed, still beaming. “He’s the CEO of HK Group. Julian Hong-Knight.”

" he murmured. Brody and Kane have found out all the necessary info regarding Billina Bernand. "Wait, she has a daughter?" he asked startled. He never knew that this girl might be dead rich. The first female billionaire taking over the Chicago, even outside the country. She was a champion when it comes to business. "How many family members?" "She just lives with her grandmother, boyfriend and daughter." "So, a billionaire doppelganger, eh?" the smirk on his face after understanding everything was so evil. Senor let out a hearty laugh and he said, "Get me an appointment to meet this billionaire doppelganger tomorrow."

As beads of sweats trickled on her forehead, Hera read. “Patrick Preston Hemmingworth (January 21, 1986) is a Filipino entrepreneur, media proprietor, investor, and computer engineer. He is the founder and executive chairman (president) of Sagkahan High where he also served as a CEO. With a net worth of almost $200.1 billion as of September 2021, he is either the wealthiest Filipino alive or the second-wealthiest person in the world…”

"She's a very famous actress. I'm actually surprised that you didn't recognize her the moment she walked in." I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. Celebrity or not, that woman didn't impress me. "I don't pay attention to celebrities. It's a waste of time." "I see," he said with a nervous laugh. He suddenly turned serious and I felt like he was holding something back from me. "Is there more to it than that?" He cleared his throat loudly. "I don't know how you're going to take this, ma'am, but that woman was Mr. Dobre's ex-financée."

"Because I didn’t tell her that I was coming yesterday. Even she beat me, Hasan ح؞ؖ...." Hearing this, I broke into laughing ؂... "Hey, don't laugh at me. Don’t you feel sad for me…ء??” "Jubayer, to the world, you are an arrogant and heartless billionaire but in front of my sister, you are still a fearing man. I wonder what if people come to know that the famous billionaire, Mr. Jubayer Ahmed fears of his wife…!! What will happen then, my brother in law ؜???”

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

the same reporter pressured. “And like I said before, I will not be answering this question. However, as I said before, Matriarch Alessandra and I have worked out our differences, and we are ready, above all odds, to give us a try again. I expect every one of you to support us and not ask questions that could damage what we want to build. I hope you respect that.” Tyler smiled, and just as he completed saying this, he pointed to another reporter. "Mr. Harrington, your ex-wife is now the richest woman in America and, of course, one of the richest in the world at large. How do you feel about this?”