Billionaire Novels & Stories

'Well, it's always been like that for her' 'Well, Nanny Divine you would help me with something' 'What is it son? 'I need to make something for Clara, I can't really cool or fry, can you help me' he whispered into her ears as she laughed. Nanny Divine was beginning to see his love brooding for her. He was beginning to look committed to a particular girl. She noticed some changes but paused. He had always lived his life as a rich Billionaire who spent hours in club, with many girls flirting and she had prayed earnestly for him to find someone who would change something about him, something completely different.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

"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

Definitely a dream come true! The taxi made a stop at one of the diverse looking skyscraper , it was enormous , blown away , in awe of where she was likely to be working from now on .Not that she expected anything less! Ofcourse it was the Blazzer .The almighty Blazzer Tech company that manufactured all typoes of electronics. We are here. She heard the driver who seemed rather impatientsay.

he said and left me hanging. After my class I made a research of the most powerful and influencing man todays. But, yeah. I found nothing. But one thing. That man is powerful! Really powerful. He owns the Wolkzbin Enterprises, Real Estates and even an Empire! He hates stupids. He's reckless and ruthless. In business world, he's the best. The Most Eligible Bachelor Billionaire. Still a Bachelor, huh? Maybe he didn't had a wife or something because he's busy with his life and career.

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

Billion. Not millions. Not “here’s a check, go start a juice bar.” Billion. With a B. The man plucked that number out of his thick wallet and went, “This should shut her up.” Lucian Montgomery wasn’t just rich, he was wealthy. His own definition of wealth was what you would call Generational wealth. The kind that grows when he sneezes and adds zeros when he sleeps. But still… this was too much? This kind of offer didn’t feel generous. It felt dirty. Suspicious. A golden collar with my name engraved on it.

The kind of gathering where fortunes were made or ruined over a single conversation. A valet rushed over as I stepped out of my car, and I tossed him my key without a second glance. The grand home of Mr. Abdalla loomed ahead, magnificent and intimidating. You could say Bianco is the most influential jewelry company, but Abdalla’s Company? He controlled the appraisal of jewelry, the launch of exclusive collections, and the global marketing of high-end pieces. His company was the backbone of the industry, providing top-tier models and connections that stretched across continents. It was no surprise he ranked among the top ten richest billionaires in Kenya.

He said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.