Billionaire's Son Novels & Stories

“Your son, Ethan has a rare genetic condition which requires surgeries and expensive medications, and without proper care his condition could deteriorate quickly.” She stood up from her chair, her hands flat on her desk. “W—What—What is the meaning of this Ms Daelmont? How do you have that information? What business do you have with my son?” “My business with him depends on your response from now on. Don't worry, I'm some sadist with too much money who enjoys making others suffer. I just want to make you understand that it's a really small world and usually, what goes around, comes around.”

"Are we in middle school?" "Answer the question, Henry." I ran my hand through my hair. The words felt huge. Terrifying. But they were true. "Yes," I said. "I like like her. Happy?" Javier laughed. Actually laughed. The first genuine laugh I had heard from him in weeks. "I can't believe this," he said. "Henry Williams, heir to a billionaire empire, player extraordinaire, is down bad for a girl who hates his guts." "She doesn't hate my guts anymore."

"Don't you know where is your father, The famous billionaire?" "...." When I heard it all. I was amazed! It's true! My Father is a fucking billionaire! Then I got my cool! When they silenced I speak this time. Little Park: It's not easy to be the son of a billionaire! I worked too hard! But I'm going to surpass my father! I shouted that loud in front of the cameras. Then I remembered that paper! 'Father... it's time to open your legacy!' I thought. Then I will show it! In front of these lowly ants!

He then noticed that this boy was sitting next to Shane Smith, CEO of SH Group. 'Ah, this boy must be his child. He takes after his parents, huh?' “Your child?” he expressionlessly asked. “Yes, Mr. Eno.” Chase displayed his disappointment openly and suppressed the room with his intimidating aura. He stared daggers at the parents of the children involved. Especially with Shane who was the father of the child who pushed his son. “I want all your kids to sincerely say sorry to my son. Right now.” With his absolute request, the nervous parents pushed their child in front of Eon to say sorry. They have long realized that the man they offended was the richest in the country. The man who could swal

My daughter was asking her billionaire father about a school play while I tried to remember how to form coherent sentences. My phone vibrated on the table, breaking the spell. It was a news alert. *FINANCIAL TIMES: Hale Holdings Stock Plummets 15% in Early Trading Amid Fraud Allegations. I looked up at Louis. He was watching me, his expression unreadable. He gave a single, slight nod. He had started. The war was public. A cold thread of fear wound through the warmth in my belly. This was the other side of his power. Not just luxurious houses and gentle hands. This was destruction on a galactic scale.

She drops her hands at her sides, clenching them into fists. “You know what? I can have my dad, you know, the Valerian Everhart, billionaire, mogul, all-around rich man, invest in your father’s company. You know, he has a few measly millions to give out to the less fortunate. I’m sure a couple million will help you guys at home.” “Who the hell do you even think you are?!” “Someone much richer than you, baby girl.” “You think a few millions-“ “Billions.” I corrected, while staring at my nails.

The tension between them softened, replaced by something deeper—admiration, awe. “Wait…” Jake’s eyes widened. “Is the millionaire the owner?” Robert smiled faintly. “No, son. The project belongs to a young man named Ronald Williams, a billionaire. He’s the son of Richard William.” Jake’s grin spread slowly. “A billionaire? Wow! Dad, you’re getting bigger. Very soon… you’ll be up there with the millionaires like Mr Richard Blake.” Robert chuckled, the weariness in his face giving way to pride. “Yes, son.”

He surged closer to rod and patted his shoulders. “Do you realize who you are? You are rod Benson. That name is worth over ten billion dollars. Your father is the richest tycoon in New York he has made many poor men billionaires, including me. Today you are struggling to meet your needs. You are squatting with me. You have no bulky bank account. You are broke today because of a silly decision that will lead you nowhere. Return to your father, marry Opula, father your child, be rich and have peace of mind.”

Then, he sighed softly and tuck his hands into his pockets. "My name is Nicholas Brooklyn!" The man politely introduced himself, he sounds a bit nice this time. "You are from the Brooklyn’s family?" Scarlet couldn't help but gasp aloud, her pupils grew at the realization of the man in front of her. "I'm his son!" Nicholas simply shrugged his broad shoulders, and Scarlet's features wrinkled in shock and laced with astonishment. This man in front of her is the son of the most popular billionaire in USA Today. His sole name hit the headlines every day. If they say money grows on trees; honestly this man grows one. He's incredibly wealthy, he's powerful, he's superb!

The staff, done with caution, moved in to throw me out. I broke free from their grip, my voice a low growl. "Back off. Don't touch me. I'm here with Jim Lawrence, the billionaire. He's my dad!" Laughter rippled through the onlookers. Henry, smirking, could not resist a jab. "The billionaire's son? That's a Branford University grad who's practically running the Lawrence empire after just two years back home.