Benjamin Chen Billionaire Novels & Stories

​The memory of the man in the boutique lingered in the air like a scent I couldn’t quite wash off. Not woodsmoke anymore, but something sharper—ozone before a lightning strike. ​Matthias König. ​I sat in my penthouse, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of a city that looked like a circuit board glowing in the dark. I had done my homework. The Königs weren't old Chicago money like the Smiths; they were European steel and Silicon Valley precision. Matthias, the youngest scion, had been sent to the States to expand their reach. At twenty-four, he was two years my junior, but he possessed a terrifying, precocious intellect that had already swallowed three of our mid-sized com

This time, it seemed that she had found his right name. There was no picture of him, but she saw a long paragraph of his introduction. Benjamin Cheng, an entrepreneur and philanthropist, the CEO and president of Cheng Company. His business involves chain hotels, restaurants, real estate... ...... Evelyn read all the contents patiently, and she had tut-tutted many times. "I can't believe he's so powerful!" Although there was no picture of Benjamin on it, she was sure that it was him. The name was the same. Moreover, since James was rich, his friend must be as powerful as him.

I heaved a heavy sigh afterwards. "Yes, I did." Kevin was a big brother to me, "but I promise I'll always visit you, we can still hang out." "Is the pay better Camila? I know it's been rough for you but you can't afford to go from frying pan to fire." He was always advising me and my frozen heart was getting a bit of warmth, "What's the job?" "A billionaire." I giggled hysterically and he forced a smile. "I'm serious Camila."

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

Helicopters didn't belong here. Neither did billionaires. But as a tall figure emerged from the aircraft, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the coastal wind, Maya felt ice crystallize in her veins. She knew that silhouette. Everyone in America knew that silhouette. Damien Cross. Tech mogul. Venture capitalist. The man whose face graced the cover of Forbes with alarming regularity, whose companies had revolutionized everything from social media to artificial intelligence. The man who, according to last month's tabloids, had just closed a deal worth eight hundred million dollars before breakfast.

He showed no fear in dealing in business with other qualified executives, tycoons, or even princes and kings. Now, at the age of twenty-seven, he has been accepted as the CEO of Villa-Lobos International Holdings Inc. He managed to acquire his 100 profitable company and was earning millions and millions of dollars annually. He took full control of the company, making it the most competitive in the global market.

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

I waited for a minute and she slept off. ** My name is Julian Holland and I am a popular actor. I am the CEO of the biggest entertainment agency in London, Empire entertainment, and I am a billionaire in my own right. Unlike the several billionaires in London, I didn't become one by means of inheritance. In fact, I grew up as an orphan. I was abandoned as a baby and as for my parents, I never got to know them. I grew up in an orphanage and my journey to success and stardom was from scratch.

Even a small hairpin costs a million. Lately, Tang Yichen has been gifting her an accessory from royal collections every week and that made her realize that she was not as filthy rich as her brother, husband, and sister-in-law. Even her twin brother is richer than her. Despite being the CEO of Mo Global Hospitals, she could not be counted as a billionaire. Moreover, all the NGOs and schools associated with the hospital received funding from her personal account. Not that she wanted more moneybut she concluded that despite being poor, her net worth was more than $600 million. Why would they offer her 10 million?

Chapter 86 Lora's scream echoed through the half-empty Caldwell mansion as the television broadcast showed James Bennett confidently shaking hands with the CEO of Global Tech Innovations. Her fingers trembled against the remote, turning the volume higher as if the increased sound could somehow change the reality unfolding before her eyes. "In breaking business news today, nineteen-year-old James Bennett has secured an unprecedented billion-dollar deal with Global Tech Innovations for exclusive distribution rights across Asia and Europe. The young heir to the Bennett fortune has shown remarkable business acumen beyond his years..."