Billionaire Board Game Novels & Stories

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Big Shot It was the day for the anniversary celebration of the MBC Bank and Finance. The company is already a well-known and trusted company when it comes to finances but due to the poor management led by Mason Smith, the company suffered great losses. But now that the company is now handled by Maeve Miller, the only daughter of the company's founder, Genevieve Miller, it is now back on its top spot in the industry. The faces if well-known business people around the hall of the venue where the event was held was enough evidence to prove that MBC had really reclaimed it's place.

Then… Gilbert raised his bid to one hundred and fifty million. The room was filled with shocked whispers now. Damien leaned back in his seat. “So he really wants to play this game,” he thought. With a calm flick of his wrist, he raised his paddle again. “Two hundred million.” The room went completely silent. Even Gilbert looked stunned, his eyes wide. People began whispering again, unable to believe what they just heard. Gilbert jumped to his feet. “You’re insane! Where do you think you’ll get that kind of money without the chairman’s approval?”

“I have a proposition for you, Mr. Monroe. One that I think will solve most, if not all, of your current problems.” That piqued my interest. My mind flashed to the mountain of issues weighing me down: my plummeting reputation, the rumors still haunting my company, and my desperate need for funds to secure Lisa’s trust. “What kind of proposition?” I asked cautiously, keeping my voice even. Mr. Bennett chuckled lightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek black tablet. He slid it across the table toward me. “Take a look.” I picked up the device and scrolled through the information on the screen. At first, it didn’t make much sense, graphs, company names, and figures were laid out

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

he threatened and she scoffed. "Stay away from all the girls... you know what I will do..." she said and left... what they both don't know is their college is near to end and then both will inherit their parents' Pharma company... who have become really strong rivals over the years... history will repeat itself... they will soon fight in the business world... sparks will fly... games will be played... someone will lose the game and someone will lose heart... Because Ronan is already a Billionaire and this Billionaire Has Met His Match!

He dropped the artwork with me being tge biggest bidder till Mr John stood up to counter it. “Five million”. Mr John said, his voice authoritative and commanding sending decorum round the room. The lady looked up at him, her head darting backwards trying to make him sit but he stood his ground. “Five million?”. The host raised tge artwork while I accepted defeat crossing my legs. I wasn't going to pour some damn stack of dollor notes challenging my superior in the game. The lady murmured few words to him the moment he sat down back, but Mr John smiled rubbing her thighs.

"What are you looking for?" He hummed in response and after finding whatever he was looking for, he approached me. "Here," he said as he handed a black card to me. "There's half a million in there. If you need anything else, you can tell me." My smile faltered. "You really know how to ruin the mood," I said with a laugh as I accepted the card. "I just want to move this out of the way." He sat on the bed. "Despite how overwhelming this day may feel, this is still a business."

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

The problem is my anger is not because of her, it’s because of my parents. I’m pretty sure you are wondering what’s happening. Let me tell you. My name is Alana, Alana Steel. The one and only heir to Laura and Carlton Steel, who were the CEOs of Steel hotels, but now I’m the one who’s in charge. If only that was all of it but ever since I took charge of our hotels my parents have been choking me to death, wanting me to get married so they can have grandchildren and if this happens the blood of the family will still run and that’s what they want because we are too much of a prideful family that we can’t even just accept that one of us don’t want to get married and have children.