Billionaire Athlete Novels & Stories

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

I asked, just remembering that little bit of conversation. “Oh, I did a little Googling,” Julia said in a sing-song voice. “And what does that mean?” I asked irritably, needing some serious coffee and water. “It means he is a billionaire,” Julia said. “Not only is he sexy and kind and obviously very generous, but he is wealthy to boot. He was making money hand over fist while he was in the Army. When he retired, he made a few very smart investments and ended up breaking into the billionaire status at the age of thirty. Basically, he has more money than, well, than everyone we know.”

“Of course they are.” “He’s powerful,” Alexander continued. “He has allies in the media, law enforcement, and even international courts.” “Name,” she said. Alexander hesitated. “Alexander.” “Victor Hale.” The name hit her like a memory she hadn’t known she carried. “Hale,” she repeated slowly. “The philanthropist.” “Yes.” “The one who funded refugee programs. Museums. Scholarships.” “And weapons,” Alexander said. “And black sites. And assassinations.” Her chest tightened. “He attended my first exhibition.”

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.

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

All eyes lingered expectantly on the sweeping staircase, anticipating to witness the coming of power, wealth, and heritage in the figure of the man everyone thought was untouchable—Alexander Hemsworth. Their applause filled the room as Alexander Hemsworth appeared in the middle of the ballroom, the golden lights dancing across the crisp cut of his midnight-black tuxedo. Tall and commanding, he looked every inch the man his city adored—one of Nashville’s greatest billionaires, a real estate mogul and business tycoon whose generosity had built hospitals, schools, and community centres across West Ville. Ranked number four among the world’s richest men and the unrivalled number one in Nashville

My eyes widened slightly. “A billionaire?” “Not just that.” Dr. Harris leaned back. “He owns several businesses across different countries. Most of our funding comes through one of his medical foundations.” I knew he was rich cause a commoner can not afford to just buy me a Louis Vuitton two piece. Dr. Harris continued quietly. “Years ago, he established research centers dedicated to finding a cure for a rare genetic illness.” “What illness?” He hesitated. “It’s a condition that’s still largely incurable. The attacks happen without warning, and when they do…” He sighed. “Patients lose control of their bodies. The pain is unbearable.”

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..