Billionaire Bros Novels & Stories

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

’’ ‘’Look ,I want someone older , someone who would concentrate on making the company greater instead of trying to make me happy . Tyler now raised his legs off the ground , dropping it on the table before speaking. ‘’You asked for someone different , I had to get to the ends of the earth to get the perfect one for you, You ungrateful cousin!’’ Tyler spoke with a dramatic exaggerated tone. Charles made a confused facial expression which was accompanied with a hand gesture that simply implied the question what? how? what are you talking about? ‘’She is African.’’ Tyler added. Yes Charles had asked for someone different but he sure wasn’t talking about hiring someone all the way from Africa to

billion-dollar lawsuits, even board betrayal but this, this was beyond his control. He turned away from the window and made his way to the laptop, he went to the e-mail but not to re-open the message, he went straight to the header, no IP address, nothing he could use to trace the e-mail. Gerald was clever when he wanted to be and that made him dangerous. He was filled with frustration but still maintained his composure. A soft knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, it was his assistant, Mark. He stepped in holding a tablet, “Sir the board is asking if”, “Not now Mark” and yes tell the IT team to trace this e-mail immediately, I’ll be forwarding it now. And it should be done through th

yeah, she was screwed for sure " class, I am excited to introduce Asher Walker, the CEO of an Elite Corp," the Dean said, the excitement in his voice couldn't be missed and she understood why. Elite Corps was a multimillion-dollar real estate company with its Headquarters in California. everyone knew that the owner of the company was the youngest billionaire in the Country, yet because Asher Walker was a discreet person not even his appearance was known. everyone in the class was shocked to have a f****** Billionaire in front of them. As for Lisa, she felt nothing but dread. She had bullied a Billionaire? no wonder he hadn't called the police when she broke his expensive car, he knew he woul

It's their story. Three men. Self-made billionaires who built an empire from nothing. No family money, no trust funds, no elite boarding schools. They clawed their way up from the bottom and became gods in the financial world. I click through their website. Professional photos, corporate bios, press releases about their latest acquisitions. The names: Blackville. De Santos. Smith. No first names listed. Just surnames and initials in the corporate headshots—faces partially shadowed, deliberately vague. It's a power move. Mystery creates mystique.

"Are they big?" ​Christine stopped and stared at me. "You really live under a rock, don't you?" ​I shook my head. "I stick to numbers, Chris." ​She rolled her eyes. "You need to get a life. Have you seriously never heard of Levi Cohen? Or Asher Cohen?" ​I shook my head again. ​"Right, I forgot. Your type is 'Julian the Weasel'." Christine laughed. "The Cohen brothers are investment moguls. They built an empire in Seattle overnight. You should read their profile in Forbes. They are..."

I asked, hoping it would be a lie. " Let me tell Thom. You know Drek's Global?" " Who doesn't know the billionaire. I was small when he died but his name still remain fresh". " Good. You know why it kept on been fresh in your heart,huh?" Granny,can you stop this, my mind trying to pour out but I dare not. " I-- don't know". " That is because he was as prudent as a baby, generous, having that broad heart in accomdating even a mad fellow ". She paused, relaxed in the dining a bit before continuing.

Suzie, Trina, and I all opted for the pedicures first. “Do you live like this all the time?” Suzie asked, looking around. “No,” I giggled. “I get my nails and toes done once a month, but I’m not hanging out in a spa weekly, and I’m definitely not jetting away to a private island every weekend.” “But your family does have a lot of money, right?” Trina queried. “Yes, they are millionaires,” I advised. “Zander’s brother and grandfather are billionaires. His grandfather, Carrington, is in the top 10 richest people in the USA.”

he said, her eyes widening. Before he reached for his back, bringing out a magazine, and in front of it were four handsome, majestic men that immediately took Koula's breath away. She couldn't keep her eyes off the magazine. He then began to point at them. "Do you know? These are the Forbes billionaires under 35." "They have one of the greatest sectors in the world, and they want to partner with me," Henry said so happily that Miriam began to jump. "Oh, I'm so happy for you, brother," Miriam said, hugging her brother, who held her tight, twirling her around while Koula watched them with a smile. Although her eyes had again locked with the magazine,