Billionaire Recommended Books Novels & Stories

he said. "Uh? Of course" I said. "Thanks so much, Dr. Damian, I'm... I'm speechless," I said, still staring at the novels. "They are way too much. You must have spent a lot, "I said, almost forgetting he's a billionaire. "It's nothing." He shrugged. "I'm surprised you could do this," I said. "Why not? I don't want you to be bored" he said. "H..how did you know my favorite author was Noor F?" I asked, knowing I had never discussed that with him.

"Don't let his confession manipulate you now, Penny! And don't forget he is a man with the biggest empire and wealth in Bloomcrest. He can buy all the moons on Saturn if he wills to and you're saying he was tricked by Zara?" Penny's lips parted but no words came out. Her friend wasn't wrong with her observation. "Come on, Penny, both of us know that it takes both brains and in-depth research to become a billionaire businessman. Hunter is one of the youngest and richest businessmen around the globe. You can't justify him saying that he was manipulated!"

I muttered. “Strategist,” he corrected. Later, as a random series played in the background, I turned to him. “I saw the company’s stock rose ten percent already.” He let out a long sigh. “Billionaires are twisted people. The moment they think something scandalous is happening, they start throwing money like it’s a sport.” I chuckled. “So you’re saying chaos is profitable?” “Apparently. I just hope it stabilizes soon so I can stop lying to my parents.”

or “The Hidden Billionaire.” See you again soon, Dear Readers. With love, Zila Aicha

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

She thought that the worst was over but then, her phone once again produced a beep sound, a notification that someone sent her a message. She grudgingly walked back to her chair to pick up her phone. 'How unfilial of you! Your father would be sent out of the city! And aren't you smart? Just how does that smarty brain of yours work? You'll get a hold of the city's renowned billionaire! What's so bad about that?! I'm actually giving you a perfect road to the top!' She can't help but sigh after reading her father's message. This old guy is really the main trigger of a massive migraine.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

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.

You know, I'm pretty sure there are lots of people like me, who think the good old times were better when one could just sit and enjoy a good book rather than feeding our brains with all these filth the world cooks up these days. There are real and pressing issues to write about, things that really affect the public. So who cares if a celebrity has gotten a new car? Or if the Morrocan Prince is getting married to some Greek Princess? Who cares about the top ten hottest billionaires in America?" I asked, reading that last part from the cover of the magazine Wilma had with her, where a good-looking man posed seductively with his shirt all opened up, revealing his six packs. "Uhhh, I do. Plus,

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he