Billionaire's Vinegar Novels & Stories

"Fane, I just received a report from the finance adviser of our company that you moved around 30 million from the account. What's going on?" "Dad, I used that money to buy the Energy Nurturing Pills from Cynthion Group. I bought a total of one thousand first-grade Energy Nurturing Pills." Fane said smugly but was soon interrupted by his father. "What? I only sent you to the opening ceremony to see what the Shears are up to and you spent millions on some rubbish pills? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Furious, Vincent stood from the couch. Being a billionaire, a few million losses might not be critical but was still considered a rather big amount. Most importantly, he long decided t

Giovannie barked, “How can you embarrass me to everyone!” “You told me that my adoptive father, Bennett Hall, is a wine enthusiast, right?” I answered. Everyone knew about Bennett Hall, as he was like a king to human society and the only business tycoon who cooperated with the were-people. I continued explaining, giving him a sassy look that made Giovanni more aggravated. “He owned collections far more expensive than the ones you brought here. You said half a million? Then Bennett spends millions of dollars on his wines. This place—the Pack Hall of Westridge is just half the size of his wine cellar.”

All I cared about at the moment was to drink and get drunk until I passed out. “This is a 64 year old drink and worth almost two hundred thousand dollars,” he said as he handed me the glass. I sipped on it and nodded as I approved of the taste which deserved to cost that much. It didn't take long until I finished the whole glass and he gave me a different drink. “This one is the most famous among billionaires. You probably know this since you're one of them” I shook my head, “I'm not a billionaire,” I denied as I drank it in one go.

] [There's a rare earth mine under that Napa vineyard! [In five years, Dad's going to find the rare earth minerals under that land. He'll build a tech empire. It will be worth over a hundred billion!] [That vineyard is a hundred-billion-dollar gold mine! He's literally handing it to you!] A hundred billion?! My eyes went wide. I was completely stunned. The sheer, staggering number was like a bucket of ice water to the face. My grief vanished. Hundreds of billions of dollars? I’d be one of the richest women in America.

He smiled at me and said, "Oh, here's the Mafia Lord I've been waiting for!" While he spread his arms wide, I stayed put in my swivel chair and asked, "Let's get to the point: so you want all ten billion dollars in exchange for a hundred percent of shares?" He smiled widely and said, "Yes, I want all the Sempiterne Vinum now." "Sempiterne Vinum? You already gave it a name?" I laugh. He replied, "Yes, I want to buy it all so I can make a whole profit and own this amazing wine all by myself."

​The memory of the man in the boutique lingered in the air like a scent I couldn’t quite wash off. Not woodsmoke anymore, but something sharper—ozone before a lightning strike. ​Matthias König. ​I sat in my penthouse, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of a city that looked like a circuit board glowing in the dark. I had done my homework. The Königs weren't old Chicago money like the Smiths; they were European steel and Silicon Valley precision. Matthias, the youngest scion, had been sent to the States to expand their reach. At twenty-four, he was two years my junior, but he possessed a terrifying, precocious intellect that had already swallowed three of our mid-sized com

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

“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.”

Chapter 1. Celebrate After sunset, Luke Von Aleister was enrobed in an expensive lounge suit worth almost a million dollars, bought by his mother Mary Von Aleister for a whopping nine hundred and fifty-seven thousand dollars as a gift for her son. Her son Luke, has just reached an astonishing milestone, amassing a net worth of one billion dollars at a young age of twenty-four. He had just become a billionaire after only two years of serving as a divisional chairman of the Von Aleister companies.

Its label looked far too expensive for me to even pronounce. He uncorked it with easy elegance. “Your bottle of Château d'Yquem, Mr Voss and Ms Yvonne” He poured the pale golden wine into our crystal glasses before stepping away I looked from the wine to Clayton. “This would probably cost a fortune” He looked genuinely thoughtful. “A few thousand, I don't remember” I stared at him. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Clayton Voss is a frigging Billionaire with a very, very Big ‘B.’ “You don't remember?”