Benjamin Chen Billionaire Novels & Stories

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

"So you screwed with Becca just because you still want my brother? “Questioned Madeleine. I watched her with an unfriendly expression, but Madeleine was so out of her mind that she held my gaze with debauchery. I was sure she wasn't interpreting the situation the right way. She still thought Joana was with Rebecca somewhere, but, meeting Elide... She could very well have delivered Becca to anyone who was a declared enemy to me. Elide Brown was the first person who put me in the world of business and BDSM. My company, which was previously just a branch in the inheritance left by her husband, was sold to me at a much lower price than what it really was worth. She said it had been a welcome gif

"But that's just a small amount of money for Vincent. Right, babe?" Vincent didn't actually know the cost of the essential oil. After all, he wasn't the one who'd bought it. Since he could show off his wealth without actually buying anything, he wouldn't let such an opportunity pass. So, he echoed, "Yeah, ten million dollars is just a small number. It's only a few days' worth of my pocket money." Cheryl frowned even more. Vincent was just talking big. If he were from the main branch of the Sorkin family, she would've believed that he had this much pocket money.

Totally ignored! The media went crazy when a black coloured bugatti chiron halted outside the Venue. The reporters weren't closer to the venue but they were clicking photos from a distance. Everyone was taking only one name, "Is that the billionaire Neil Smiths?" "Yes, it's him!" " He became a billionaire when he was only nineteen years old!" "My god! He's here?!" "I have never seen him attending any parties except award shows!" "Is it really him?!" Omfg! It's really him"

Cecelia said with a frown on her face. "Hey! I thought we already discussed it. You shouldn't ruin her mood, Ben". Mrs. Janet said while walking close to her husband. "Ohh! I almost forgot..... Dad! Mom! meet my boyfriend Chen Edward. He's the founder of Charles diamond company and also my lucky soul mate". Cecelia said as she placed her hands across Edward's waist while smiling as she stared deeply at Edwards's brown eyes.

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

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…”

The fork I was holding stopped, as my eyebrows wrinkled a bit. Why was Ryan asking me that? "Well. I love a simple life, with the necessities of life. What about you?”My eyes locked with his, as I asked. "Same as yours. I actually would love for my life to be more private.” He paused, munching on meat. I strongly agree with him. Being a popular Billionaire would only make it difficult to keep a private life. Paparazzi left and right, looking for his mistakes to show in public.

But he’d earned it, every damn dollar. Born to nothing and raised in a two-bedroom apartment with a mother who worked three jobs. He started coding at thirteen and by nineteen, he’d built a start-up in his dorm room. By twenty-two, he sold it to a global tech firm for eighty million. And then he got greedy...in a smart way. Investments, real estate, patents, security software. He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it.

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.