Billionaire's Son Novels & Stories

Time skip Everyone had left the room, it was only Liam and his dad in the bedroom, and they were talking about somethings. Liam now had enough strength, he had managed to sit up on the bed, and his dad was explaining to him about the family business. Liam was shocked to learn that their family was very rich with a networth of trillions of dollars, he couldn't believe his dad's words. "But that's impossible, who on earth has that much money?!" Liam said in desbelief.

I wonder, though, how mature she could be at her age? If all I'd wanted were a quick fuck it wouldn't matter that she was three months short of eighteen. I would just go for it, slake my lust, and be done, but I felt the need for something more. My every instinct screamed at me to tread carefully. I always follow my instincts, and that's why I am where I am at such a young age. Old money might have been my foundation, but what I did with what I had is what makes me a force to be reckoned with. Her father is a high-ranking cop in their small town on the outskirts of the city. I wonder why she was coming here for school then? They had to have a school where she lived.

One guy looked like he stepped out of a biker magazine, and I'm pretty sure the other two did time in the military. Not exactly the type of people I'd expect to see with the billionaire business tycoon, but from the little crash course I'd given myself on the way here, no one seems to have been able to pigeonhole this guy for decades. The fact that he not only outwitted the feds but married one puts him high on my list, though. "OK; what is it that you want?" "First off, how much do you know about what your son is up to?" "What do you mean by that?" We had a kind of stare-off, but I didn't get the asshole vibe coming from this guy.

I felt the tiny puff of his breath against my neck, a sensation more grounding than any billion-dollar closing or successful hostile takeover. I went still. I held my breath, afraid that any sudden movement would shatter the fragility of the moment. This wasn't the forced proximity of a carefully curated photo op. It wasn't a tactical move designed to show the board of directors that I was a reformed "family man" capable of stability. This was my son, seeking comfort in a place he felt safe. He wasn't looking at me as a titan of industry or a gatekeeper of a fortune. To him, I was just the person who was there.

“And not just any mafia boss’s son. A psychopath one. “ she says, and my eyes widen. “Who else locks up their girlfriend, cuffs her, and strangles her until she passes out? And then forgets about it all like it’s nothing?” Her words hit like a punch to the gut as I stare at her, caught momentarily off guard. I’m not known as a mafia boss’s son; I’m known as a billionaire’s son. My father is publicly known as a billionaire investor and businessman—a man of influence, power, and prestige. It's only the shadows of the organized crime underworld that knows who he truly is—a mafia boss.

The one with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes says. I open my mouth to answer, but the coach beats me to it. "That's the son of the famous billionaire of our town, Marlon Gustave Sr. The young man here is a junior." "Oh, I see. That makes sense." The man chuckles. "You are not interested in ice hockey because you want to take over Dad's companies?" "I just don't want to go Pro, why can't that just be a thing?" I wonder with a rude look on my face.

After finishing his morning exercise, he took a quick bath and get ready to go to his office after that. *** ....... Walkthrough the King Corp tower lobby; all the workers greet him a good morning. He's only turning 28 years old this year, and he now owned a shipping and airline business. He is one of the youngest billionaires in Arendell. Well, he is lucky to have a high reputation family as his father is one of the noble General. His mother is one of the great doctors in the world. At the same time, his grandfather is also a rich man back in Russia.

He stood up and went to the nearest window to see whose car it was. He saw a familiar vehicle. It wasn't the new car his son had been using, but the door on the shotgun seat opened. William was a little surprised to see his son go out. After Lennon closed the door, the car left. It was William's cue to rush downstairs to open the door for his son. He knew the maids were already asleep, and they had closed the doors.

'Ummm, hi, I'm Jasmine, Aiden's friend,' I added and extended my hand towards him only for him to pull me into a fatherly hug. He looked exactly like Aiden except an older version. Thoughts raced through my mind. I had so many questions but I had to focus on what brought me there. 'So how may I help you today?' he asked. Aiden then explained everything to him - mind you he was not the patient. I managed to get bandaged on my stomach and had a long conversation with Aiden and his dad. I had never seen Aiden so happy before. I also came to find out his dad was called Harry Anderson. What I loved most about his dad was that he bought me ice-cream.

Mrs Denvici said as she stood up to welcome her son. "Hello Ma, how you doing?" He asked as he gave his mum a hug. "Hey Son," Mr Denvici greeted. He wasn't on good terms with Alex, we all know that and the reason was because Alex doesn't want to be part of the mafia. But his parents wants him to be, they wanted to fix him up with Tony's sisters but he went against it and left the house. "Am fine Dad." He said. He gaze me and brought his hand. "Good afternoon, Mr knight." He greeted with respect.