Billionaire Gangsters Novels & Stories

All you need to do is write down my name, as if I'm the one who donated the 20 million dollars. "What makes you think that you can spend my money to gain fame?" Brie wasn't a fool. She would never let Caroline do something like that. However, Caroline leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, "I'm not trying to be famous. I'm just making your life miserable!" The Collins family had been intent on making a good name for themselves for the past few years. They'd surely gloat and have the media report about them donating 20 million dollars, even if it hadn't been done out of good will.

I retort back. "Anyways, as I can see, you're taking the truth very optimistically, I don't find a reason to hide it from you anymore. Anna, these Red Skulls and Rivas or Cosa Nostra, they all are mafia gangs who runs the illegal trade including all the dirty work for example- robbery, drug smuggling, human trafficking, assassinations and of coarse abduction for heavy ransom." He explains me and to say, my ears go deaf and brain stops functioning, it would be an understatement. I blink my eyes quite a few times to make myself believe in what I just heard.

The atmosphere in the Sterling Corporation was electric. The hall was filled with the elite of New York City, the who's who of the business world, and the most influential investors and shareholders. The anticipation was palpable, and all eyes were on Alexander Sterling, the billionaire CEO of Sterling Motors. Alexander Sterling was known for his genius inventions in the automobile industry. He had a reputation for creating cars that were ahead of their time, and his latest creation was no exception. The car launch event was the talk of the town, and everyone was eager to see what he had in store for them.

Grayson frowned. Trent was a gangster who dealt in some pretty messed up businesses. He had a ton of gangsters under him who were willing to do anything. They had all given up on life. They were willing to do anything because they no longer cared, which meant that they were extremely ruthless. A lot of Maltford's elite weren't afraid of them, but they were too lazy to start anything. After all, getting on the wrong side of a criminal was much worse than getting on the wrong side of a gentleman.

If he wanted his daughter back and revenge on her mother, he wouldn’t come out of the woodwork until both women were within his grasp. Jake knew the types he’d seen enough men like that in among the captains of industry. The rich were ruthless, the only difference between gangsters, the mafia, and the elite was slim. The lines blurred between the ones who played by the law, the ones who didn’t get caught, and the ones who thumbed their noses at the laws and rules.

It was the man she was bound to. Maruska Romanovich, Megan to some, tyrannical billionaire, also known as the harbinger of chaos among men of the underground. The mere whisper of his name struck fear in the bravest of hearts. The atrocities he has committed would put even the devil to shame. Even the world leaders dared not turn their attention on him, because of his deep-rooted connections within the dangerous Russian government.

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

I can't help but stare at the boys while they jubilate. These are the billionaires of Alessio. These two are pals and the sons of a billionaire. They are pals and sons of a billionaire. They are not only wealthy, but also handsome. They dubbed themselves "Alessio billionaires." According to what I've heard, they were originally three. I've heard that the third is now out of the country. The third guy's name is Ethan. One of the reasons I enjoy coming here is that I always have something to feast my eyes on. I do not even have a television at home.

“What!? But you said we were staying another week!” “I changed my mind.” Because if I stayed one more hour here, I’d go looking for Anastasia again. And that would be a disaster. Alex gripped the wheel. “Boss… the gangsters you killed at the club—did you find out who they belong to?” “Roosevelt Mafia Family,” I said calmly. Alex’s face was drained of color. “They’re the ones funding the drug trafficking in Europe and America. My spies confirmed they orchestrated the New York mayor’s murder.”

He carried himself like an unhinged, bloodthirsty animal driven by nothing but chaos and bloodlust but the few times I interacted with him one on one, it was obvious that he was smarter than he let people see. Among her other admirers were Jason Drakatos; godfather of the greek mafia, Enzo Gonzalez; capo dei Capi of the Columbian cartel, and Chrisos Dos Santos, important head of the diamond smuggling syndicate, just to mention a few, each powerful in their own way.