Billionaire Game Wiki Novels & Stories

"I know that rich people like you like having boytoys around because you've got plenty of money to spare. Just admit that you're also having toys! What's the point of pretending that they're anything else?" I held on to the table as I got back to my feet. My forehead was throbbing with pain from the gash. There was a huge disparity between the strength of a man and a woman, and it frightened me. I decided to be more stealthy. I tapped on the recording button on my phone and hid it behind me. Then, I baited Lukas to spill the truth. "Lukas Charter, I'm calling off the engagement between us! You and Gigi are planning to steal all my assets and properties from me once we get married, isn't that

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

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Alexander shut her out immediately. He was too busy talking to business partners and potential investors for his company, which was his major purpose for attending the gala. He didn't believe in the act of charity; to him, it was a waste of money, but these things needed to be done so that he could show off his company. A company that he was about to lose the majority shares he owned if he didn't get married.

I wanted to set the pace. ​"Eighty," Matthias countered, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. He didn't even look at the board. His eyes were fixed on me. ​"Ninety." ​"One hundred." ​The room gasped. A hundred million for a derelict rail yard was madness, but we weren't buying land. We were buying dominance. ​"One hundred and ten," I snapped.

Running a gloved hand over the bannister, Reena tried to find comfort and inner peace as she took a deep breath and squinted in the extra dim lighting, in a way the absence of light felt like an extension of the game Reena was sure the billionaire was intent on playing with her. “You can go in.” Her escort informed her in his carefully detached voice and turned around in the next breath, leaving Reena to her fate. Pushing the door open, she lingered by the door, absolutely stunned to silence by the allure of the room within.

Only a fool would make that suggestion! Any other game cars would literally be better than dice Shaking! This game depended greatly on skills, which he didn’t seem to even possess. How did someone like this win eight billion dollars just now? Everyone was dumbfounded. Eventually, the dealer came over with the dice. “How are you playing the game? How much do you wanna play for?” Joshua asked “Don’t you have nearly nine billion dollars now? I will bet six billion with you! If you win two out of three games, I will give you six billion dollars, but if you lose, then you’ll have to pay me six billion dollars! Abigail said with a sneer.

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.