Billionaire Bros Novels & Stories

"Scarlett, I heard about your sister's situation, and I wanted to help. I've decided to fund her treatment, and I'll take care of all the expenses." Scarlett couldn't believe it. She was so overwhelmed with gratitude that tears started to well up in her eyes. "Thank you so much, Damian. You have no idea how much this means to me and my family. I don't know how to thank you enough," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. But even as Damian made this generous offer, Scarlett couldn't shake the feeling that there was something cold and ruthless about him. She couldn't help but wonder what he expected in return for his kindness. Damian was known for being a shrewd businessman who never did an

Mercury was the only daughter of AULA, the most influential fashion brand in the entire USA, and her family being in a relationship with mine—solely based on business and a sprinkle of fake concern for each other's wellbeing—has caused them to derive a conclusion that it was better their kids got married. Not me; it could never be. Asher and Mercury, two big conglomerates with plans to form a merger in the near future. I still couldn't wrap my head around the reason for this when we had enough. My family could donate millions to every hospital and nursing homes around the world and still remain billionaires. Sometimes, being rich was more of a curse. The thirst for more rarely got quenched.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

He spoke with a parfait straw in his mouth. “Tyleratte Brooke, I wish I was him.” “What do you mean?” I asked him with disgust. “Please, don’t tell me you don’t know the Tylerattes?” “Well I don’t.” “Tyleratte Brooke is listed as the richest billionaire in Singapore.” He replied, smiling mischievously. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

David Cruz is the youngest billionaire bachelor in their generation. David owned different businesses, such as a five-star hotel and restaurant, one of the most famous malls in the country, and a law firm. At a young age, David managed to build his own empire, making him the most influential and popular bachelor.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

The environment of the room was really tense and it made James feel really intimidated. James Jones, a famous businessman of New York, owner of one of the biggest construction buildings around the country. He had recently signed a contract with 'The Domancos' to build their new hotel and for some reason, he failed to complete the construction of the hotel by the deadline which has never happened before. But this time it happened and he doesn't know but a lot is going on behind this failure.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Judy is looking down at the table. “My late baby brother, Gregory, built Brennan Industries to the powerhouse you see today in this country. I own and run what our forebears started in Europe and the rest of the world where I’ve expanded, Nexus Global.” Holy shit! Nexus Global? No way! This company is a household name. The level of ownership and marketing is what dreams are made of. Trillionaire dreams. There are a mere handful of mega-rich players on the world stage, and this man, Gus Brennan, is apparently one of them.

The city thrummed, a glittering tapestry of steel and light stretching into the inky expanse of night. Its pulse beat loudest in the high-rises, where fortunes shifted and lives intertwined. Tonight, the celebrated penthouse suite of the Grand Olympia Hotel shimmered with an extra layer of opulence, hosting the joint thirtieth birthday bash for the notorious Thorne triplets. Damon, the CEO whose empire spanned continents; Elias, the artist whose controversial pieces commanded astronomical sums; and Kael, the athletic titan who dominated the global sports arena. Three brothers, each a formidable force, their combined presence in any room a gravitational pull.