Billionaire Board Game Novels & Stories

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

She took it and his hand pressed together using greed “How about fifty million each?” I remained calm, watching him try to poke at my nerves. “Or seventy? They're very small and cute so they…” “Call your damn price!” “I don't have one. Venus leaned forward, his hands together in a gesture of greed. ‘Oh… now, let’s see. Maybe fifty million each? Maybe seventy. Or maybe you want the entire package… one hundred and twenty?’ He spoke with greed, with wicked play in his voice. I ignored the drama. "I told you how much. I don't play games."

Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

No, this time, the man did not actually ask but instead just slipping the ring on the appropriate finger while Lynan was distracted with food. There might have been some tearful scolding to do it properly, but he did say yes in the end. The picture was captioned, ‘Finally going to be a real housewife. MY housewife.’ Well… Looks like playing games with the billionaire turned out to be a serious lifetime commitment. The End.

I straighten my shoulders, not being intimidated by everything. From a little age, I have learnt that if you want to survive, you have to be bold. People will trample over you if you show the slightest bit of weakness. “Is that Emma I see?” Old Master Hart appears, wearing a smile. This man commands billions of dollars, I mean, the Hart family is a big deal in New York, even overseas. The Hart Group is an empire, having its hands in everything: finance, technology, luxury real estate, media and other powerful divisions.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Only a fool would make that suggestion! Any other game cars would literally be better than dice Shaking! This game depended greatly on skills, which he didn’t seem to even possess. How did someone like this win eight billion dollars just now? Everyone was dumbfounded. Eventually, the dealer came over with the dice. “How are you playing the game? How much do you wanna play for?” Joshua asked “Don’t you have nearly nine billion dollars now? I will bet six billion with you! If you win two out of three games, I will give you six billion dollars, but if you lose, then you’ll have to pay me six billion dollars! Abigail said with a sneer.

"Player 66, your performance far exceeded expectations. Your understanding of the rules, exploitation of human nature, your composure and ruthlessness... You were practically born for this game. This 10.0988 billion can be withdrawn immediately to pay off your debt, or... "You can use it all as your stake and continue to the next round. The next round's prize pool will be 500 billion. Enough for you to buy out all the enemies who once humiliated your family and rebuild a business empire beyond anything before. Make your choice. "Countdown starting." The pure white space began to tremble slightly, and two enormous option buttons appeared before me. [Withdraw and Leave] and [Continue the Game]

Amber kept silent waiting for him to continue because she wasn't getting what he was trying to say. Since when did billionaires start competing for power and wealth? Amber thought. Xavier knew immediately her silence was because she had no idea what he was saying so he elaborated it to her, "Each year the Billionaires Club Wealth hold an annual event where they calculate the total amount of money owned by different CEOs over the years, the one with the highest amount is the winner and he gets to be on Magazines, TV shows, he is going to be known worldwide as San Francisco #1 Billionaire CEO and this year I am the winner" Xavier said proudly. Amber finally understood what he meant, so that's

“3 billion dollars.” “3.3 billion dollars.” The competition became less fierce after this. “3.5 billion dollars.” “4 billion dollars.” “4.1 billion dollars.” “4.3 billion dollars.” Finally, Jonathan placed his bid, and everyone quieted down in helplessness. “10 billion dollars.” The private collector who had offered 200 billion dollars to Liliana a few years back provided 15 billion dollars. Jonathan smiled at him, “20 billion dollars.” Everyone there knew that the CEO and President of the Smith Group, Jonathan Smith was exceedingly wealthy and ruthless. He always got what he wanted.