Billionaire Board Game Novels & Stories

From the corner of my eyes, I find Elliot smirking at me, telling me to play the sick game of his. "300 thousand." Having my heart on my sleeves, I speak. "500 thousand dollars." Elliot joins me in the game, making me scared of my impulsive decision. But I can't back down now. "700 thousand." I say, my confidence is decreasing significantly. "1 million." Elliot says, making my breath hitch. Is he so power hungry that he is willing to spend so much on a mere painting? That's too much. I let him win the bidding, not willing to play this silly game anymore.

A large window showcased the Miami skyline, the room had exquisite light fixtures, giving the room an even brighter appeal. I felt a familar flutter of nerves in my tummy, tension filled the air in the boardroom mixed with the heavy masculine cologne. Twelve men and three women, each one of them no doubt insanely wealthy and a titan of their industry, their empires built on steel, oil, and the sweat of countless deals. They all sat around the large table, a name plague was positioned on the table at the front of each person. Mr. Akam, a portly man whose smile never quite reached his eyes sat at the opposite end of the table, leaving the head seat unoccupied. A gaggle of executives flanked hi

I thought this was exclusive, but apparently, his influence was huge because he was acting like he was just at the park hanging out. When I reached inside, people were everywhere. No matter where I looked, there were people playing games. I closed my eyes as I approached the man playing baccarat. In Baccarat, players bet on either the Banker's or the Player's hand before cards are dealt. Two cards are dealt to each, following specific rules about drawing additional cards, not chosen by the players. It's known for its simple betting system and is popular among high rollers. I smirked and casually put my hands in my pockets, heading towards there, but I heard mosquitoes buzzing around again.

, Rachel said. Skycrest Tower, the gleaming glass giant dominating downtown Los Angeles, was a sanctuary for billionaires. This ultra-luxurious skyscraper boasted a five-star hotel, penthouse apartments, rooftop lounges, and private event halls. Tonight's event would take place in the Echelon Ballroom on the 39th floor, with early arrivals gathering in the Aurora Lounge just below.

He wasn't as interested in the drink as he was in the beautiful girl, but he would take that game to the limit. Lara sank into her seat, losing her victorious posture. "Keep going. This son of a bitch needs to lose to me sometime," Greyson assured with a small malicious smile. "Are you sure?" she asked, somewhat insecure. "Of course. do not embarrass me." "No more bids? Going once. Going twice. Going..." at that moment, the master of ceremonies began to close the sale, but was interrupted by the firm sentence coming from table five: "One million dollars!" Wow.

Count Alberto was sitting directly across from her with his eyes fixed on her hands, and the three other billionaires around the table were shuffling their stacks of high-value chips with a rhythmic, nervous clicking that echoed against the vaulted ceiling of the private chamber. "The buy-in for this hand is one hundred thousand euros if you really want to verify the strength of your Zurich account, Countess, so don't be shy about pushing your stack into the center if you think your maritime routes are as profitable as you claim," Count Alberto said, and his voice was smooth and cultured but his gaze was predatory as he waited to see if she would flinch under the pressure of the opening move

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

No one ever imagined that the commoner he used to be would rise as the richest person in the world from the rags of his sweets processing start-up. His multi-trillion mercantile business started from his interest in a board game called Monopoly. But the game that he used to play in a little rectangular box became a real-life gamble. He grew bakeries, confectioneries, and pastry institutions until his monopoly business dominated the top level for an uncontested seventeen years up to the present. He called his strategy Monopoly Tricks and he was the zero-sum player. He bought businesses that were nearly bankrupt and revived them. In most cases, he himself would move secretly to drive other bus

She replied sharply, “I need the reward you promised me, after all you are a man of principle.” He tilted his head at the refusal, before shaking his head with a low laugh as he watched her with the interest one would give to a talking corpse. “One wish little thief, choose wisely.” “I need the codes to the safe on the west wing.” Reena ended, placing all her stakes in this game and hoping not to crash and burn. Throwing his head back, the Thorne let out a maniacal laugh that echoed around the room as a sudden wind blew in, further chilling the air.

If I told Shena, she might cry with envy. Except for Oliver and Alex, I scrutinized the other guy. He was handsome, with tan skin and grayish hair, but he was still in a suit, as if he'd just come from work. "Do you not know that guy?" Chelsie must have noticed my confusion because she whispered to me. I shook my head and looked at her. "He's a man who inherited his ancestors' wealth. I heard his father's company went bankrupt, but a month later, he revived it. He's also a successful billionaire with branches in the Philippines and companies in other countries."