Billionaire Board Game Novels & Stories

he grins at me. “This place is huge,” Leo exclaims. “We should play a game. It’s too rocky to play Marco Polo. So I’m guessing hide and seek?” Georgia suggests. “Boring,” Ben yawns. “Loser gives winner thirty-four million dollars,” Leo says. Isn’t that like the price of a private jet? “Deal, I’m in,” Bentley snaps his fingers like he had just been offered a sack of lemons. “What? No, that’s too much money,” I argue.

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

The true payout for thirty-five years of silence. The Matriarch's war isn't over. The distraction money was only the beginning. I pocket the key. Stand up. I walk to the window and look out at the Morrison Estate. The modular headquarters. The Clean Board. The operational sovereignty. I built an empire on cursed ground. Exorcised the ghost. Fired the board. And now I hold the key to my mother's fortune. The sovereign who started with $14.27. The CEO who ended with billions. But the war with Claire Bennett has just entered a new phase.

I muttered. “Strategist,” he corrected. Later, as a random series played in the background, I turned to him. “I saw the company’s stock rose ten percent already.” He let out a long sigh. “Billionaires are twisted people. The moment they think something scandalous is happening, they start throwing money like it’s a sport.” I chuckled. “So you’re saying chaos is profitable?” “Apparently. I just hope it stabilizes soon so I can stop lying to my parents.”

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

His words hung in the air, a challenge to the person he was addressing, daring them to deny the truth. "Or maybe," Vincent said with a calm tone, "I'm just a businessman who spotted a chance and grabbed it. Your suspicions don't alter the facts. I'm offering five billion dollars - it's a straightforward deal. You can either accept it or walk away, the choice is yours." “We’re leaving it,” Avalon said. "Those aren't your choices to make," Patricia said, her voice firm. "It's up to the board to decide, and whatever the majority says, goes."

She faced Marley for answer. "The game of power is never Interesting if there aren't fools at the base of the table." Marley responded, glasses looking bony on his eyes. "10B!" Kimmy shouted, ending the haggling as all eyes turned to them. "I knew it! Redd Holdings never lose...fûck it!" Another company representative complained. Baron West stood, smiling, "And the land is sold for 10 Bil—" "12 Billion!" A new buyer announced, interrupting the room with her presence and voice.

I wanted to set the pace. ​"Eighty," Matthias countered, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. He didn't even look at the board. His eyes were fixed on me. ​"Ninety." ​"One hundred." ​The room gasped. A hundred million for a derelict rail yard was madness, but we weren't buying land. We were buying dominance. ​"One hundred and ten," I snapped.

"What nonsense! Are you trying to buy me with money?" "I'm not buying you with money, I'm just doing what will benefit us at the end. It's called being practical so you have to think about this offer and you shouldn't do it in a rush because you'll benefit more from this Larson, I'm handing over my wealth to you despite knowing how wealthy you are. Trust me this is the best offer you can ever get so don't lose it because of your massive ego, if you need a pen I can hand it over to you"

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.