Benjamin Chen Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Forty-eight hours ago, I uploaded a collection of files to three separate international media outlets. The New York Times. The Guardian. Der Spiegel. They're sitting in secure digital vaults, encrypted with time-delayed keys." Morrison's face goes pale. "What kind of files?" "The truth." My voice is soft, almost gentle. "The whole truth about the Chen family. Not just Margaret's research violations, though those alone would destroy her career forever. No, I'm talking about something much more interesting." I pause, letting the silence stretch. The agents wait, tense. I savor this moment. "David Chen," I continue, "is a self-made billionaire, yes? A philanthropist. A humanitarian who built h

Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.

She said, putting her cutleries down for the final time. Benjamin hesitated for a while before he replied, "My elder brother died some years back, so I took over the family's business since he didn't have a child. But other than that, I am a self made billionaire." Natasha chuckled at his words and held up her glass. "Mere looking at you, I can see the pride in your eyes when you say this. Cheers to a continued life of riches." Benjamin laughed softly but raised his glass regardless. "Cheers."

Everyone else in the room was confused and looked at Benjamin. Then, a man jumped out and said, "Are you kidding, Cheryl? A blind man could see that Benjamin has strong feelings for you! How could you choose a ‘nobody’ over Benjamin!" Some in the room nodded. "Yeah, he’s right! Benjamin is a young director of Golden Light Group. He’s worth several billion dollars. Whoever marries him can live in peace for the rest of their lives. Who is this man next to you? He is so poorly dressed as if he works at a construction site. How is he worthy of a goddess like you!"

We were on our to the lunch meeting with the Denvici's, they just recently opened a new restaurant and wanted me to come check. The Denvici's are important investors in the company and also are part of the mafia I am in charge of. Their first daughter got married to the son of the forth family in the leader chain of command. My family is the first family, that the head of the mafia world, following three others. The Kincaid, that Derek's family are the second in command.

The kind of detail that said *I don't need to impress anyone here, least of all you. He was holding a glass of amber liquid. Bourbon, maybe. One large hand wrapped around the crystal like he was testing its weight. "Do I know you?" Aurelia asked. "No." He pulled out the chair across from her—slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers—and sat down without waiting for an invitation. "But I know who you are. Aurelia Chen. Founder of NovaTech. Took a prototype built in a storage unit to a Series B valuation of forty-seven million in eighteen months."

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.

"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.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

Bill answers, "Yes. He is the chairman of the Barnett group. He has at least $1 trillion." "Really? Is he really so rich?" I do not know why I am asking this, but maybe because he is still my nominal husband. I clench my fist because I feel nervous, but I am looking forward to the answer. "He is rich. According to what is reported, he has more than that. He started an IT company when The Internet was invented. But everybody knows, his company is in charge of things more than IT. He is kind of mysterious. Many people say he is different from other people."