Billionaire Brothers Novels & Stories

After all, he is just about getting his feet back into the Huxleys business. I wondered why Elliot didn't see this about him. “I guess we need to intensify our actions against those two. There is no time,” Elliot suggested. “Lad was already going broke,” I said and laughed in my mind. “Sorry to ask but I still don't know you guys’ story clearly. I mean it's all over the news but the details are missing.” “Like how your brother was smart enough to get all of your family's wealth all to himself?” How does the younger brother of two brothers suddenly become the heir to their family's enormous wealth and possessions?

He chuckled wryly after a moment, then whispered to Wilbur, "He's the richest billionaire in Toneville. We can't afford to mess with him. Hurry up and apologize. We'll leave right after that." "Why should I apologize? So what if he's a billionaire? Do you think I'm scared of him?" asked Wilbur nonchalantly. Ted anxiously said, "Sir, you might not know this. He has a younger brother who is the tyrant in Toneville, the ruthless boss of a mafia. You'll die if you mess with him." "I see. So, the younger brother is a mafia boss while the older brother is the richest man in Toneville. They basically run Toneville then," joked Wilbur.

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.

“Like most billionaires...” Hunter waited. “...he has a safe in his house. Word goes he has at least two million in there.” “How do you know?” Hunter asked him. “I might have pulled some strings. Paid one of his associates to spill.” “Which associates?” “Robert Holland's half-brother. Same father different mothers.” “You paid a billionaire's brother to spill?” Something didn't add up to Hunter. He was cautious since Hector and Marco Bianchi had told him not to trust anyone.

TechCrunch ran a whole article speculating about who I was and where my money came from. They had theories ranging from cryptocurrency fortune to secret heiress to money laundering front. That last one made Nathan laugh so hard he almost fell out of his chair. The best part was watching Marcus read these articles without connecting the dots. Nathan showed me screenshots of Marcus's search history because my baby brother had absolutely no boundaries when it came to hacking. Marcus had googled "Chen Capital investor" and "mysterious woman investor New York" but apparently never thought to search for his ex-wife's name.

It crumbled one secret at a time. Valerie notices something unexpected. The writer never describes his brother as evil. Instead, he describes him as frightened. Afraid of being forgotten. Afraid of remaining second. Afraid that history would remember only one brother. That fear slowly transformed into envy. Envy became resentment. Resentment became betrayal. Valerie understands why the first bride insisted that fear, not darkness, created the curse. Fear changes people long before they realize it. She quietly wonders how many lives might have been different if someone had confronted that fear instead of hiding it.

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.

They were billionaires and sure acted up to their name. On graduating from Harvard Business School, Alexander followed in his father’s footsteps and took over a major branch of their company. His dad was proud of him and his mum was happy for him. Not only had he managed to run the business smoothly and perfectly, he was following his dad’s footsteps by becoming one of the youngest billionaires of the century. They grew up together and Dominique wasn't really the elder brother he had always wanted. He was the elder brother he had as he couldn't even remember what life without him might have felt like. He was always around.

Cruz's face was now contorted with rage and his eyes were burning red as he continued to grit his teeth, thinking of the most hurtful words to say to Jessica and he chuckled devilishly when he finally found the words, confusing Jessica briefly. "Who I'm I? You're curious, right? Then I will tell you. I'm Cruz Westham. The first son of Andrew and Rose Westham who was found to have an IQ of 192 after a few tests. I became the youngest CEO at the age of 22 and became a world-famous and sort-out surgeon at the age of 25. My net worth is over $500billion." Cruz bragged.

"Make sure you take the articles down from all platforms and browsers, else you will have yourself to blame." Harley's heart skipped a beat as Alexander's words sank in. She knew that he was not a man to be trifled with " Billionaires are Scary" Harley said under her breath. One of the guards opened the door and Alexander Sterling strode out of Harley Smith's house, with his guards following close behind. As he made his way to the front of the house, he stopped in his tracks and pulled out his phone from his suit pocket. He dialed William Jones' number and waited for him to answer.