Novel & Cerita Billionaire Brothers

“If we miss this opportunity, it’ll be war. Even if we manage to come out victorious, we’ll have lost a lot. And the other big families will do their best to crush us.” “The business world sure is more ruthless than a jungle,” Britney snorted. “When you get too greedy or reckless, you will receive a blow you can’t recover from. My brothers who received a lot more wealth than I did through inheritance ended up becoming poor. One of them is working as a security guard at a bank, and the other has become a cleaner at a basketball stadium.” Paul sipped on a soft drink. “One of your brothers approached me last month.” “Oh, and?”

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

Shudders dramatically. Elijah doesn’t really know much about Nathan’s older brother. When Eli met Nathan in 6th grade, Damon was already in college he wasn’t around much, he hardly remembers him other than what he hears from Nathan, Damon’s a suit, a CEO, multi billionaire. looks thoughtful as he ponders what he knows about Damon. "Damon, huh? Isn't he like... the big shot businessman type? Always jetting off to meetings and rubbing elbows with the elite?" Sets his empty beer bottle aside and grabs another, offering one to Nathan who nods eagerly. Popping the caps off both bottles, Eli hands the second to Nathan before continuing.

I was going to be working at the company of Alexander Vaughn and even though it was a very big company, I knew the chances of running into him were still there and I wasn't sure how to behave when that happened. Especially when the memory of his long fingers brushing my folds has not left my mind since that day. And after that day, I got curious so I read up about him alone; he was a multibillionaire, started CTA alone at the age of 20, was mentioned in Forbes under 30 for 9 years straight, and has never been romantically linked to any girl. The post led me to read about his brothers too; Logan runs the construction business that their father had founded in his youth and had grown it ten tim

"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..."

“His clients don’t dare complain, even if there are problems. And don’t worry—I’m not here to ask for help trafficking anything. I’m here for clean business. I need a way to move my goods without losing half to the feds or the sea.” I narrowed my eyes.“Where’d you hear about us? You don’t strike me as a man in our field. You look like some spoiled trust fund brat playing at business.” He smiled faintly. “You’re not entirely wrong, but not entirely right. My father’s a billionaire, a businessman in Texas, but he’s been in a coma for four years. I’ve been running his empire since. My brother was supposed to take over, but he died years ago. After that, my mother divorced my father, blaming him

She had even started her own cosmetic company, which was currently the number one in the market. In fact, my mother was now far richer than her husband, who had once been named the richest businessman by Elite Magazine. It seemed that she had surpassed even his success with her own ventures. My older brother, Louis, was now the owner of Heart Consortium, a successful conglomerate that had made him a household name in the business world. My second brother, Henry, had become the CEO of his own company. And my third brother, David, had started his own shipping company, which was quickly becoming one of the most profitable in the industry.

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.”

I ran out with no care for the other girls and boarded a taxi to the house. When I got to the apartment. It was damn cold. The warmer broke down and there was no light. I couldn’t afford the light bills so as with other home maintenance. I couldn’t afford to live in better shape. I went online to search for him with the last name Cuban. I still had the card with me and found out his name was Adrian Cuban. What! He was a fucking billionaire and had his businesses all over the world. I went deeper to find out he had three brothers and they’re all married.