Novel & Cerita Billionaire Stories

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

A name that rose throughout the entire city of Cape Town and South Africa like a mantra that was repeated after every three seconds. He was the CEO of Parker’s Enterprises and a well-known billionaire across the world with his multibillionaire company based in Cape Town. The 32-year-old ran Cape Town by storm. His name was feared in the streets and in the business industry and no one dared to cross him. He was like a god that everyone wanted to worship. He had everything money could buy; fancy cars, a huge mansion, a multibillionaire company, private jets, ships, and he changed girls like his suits. Nonetheless, all that meant nothing when all he came back to was an empty house.

she didn't expect the balance to be 100 billion dollars. she knows many people with 100 billion net worth but can't have 100 billion in their bank accounts and she little scared of how rich and powerful must Patrick's background be. she looked at Patrick a simple yet handsome young man and thought how can such a rich person be so low-key she is interested in Patrick. "a 100 billion," she said in a trembling voice. Patrick smiled nodded his head took out another bank card and asked her to transfer 10 billion to this card from black gold card because if he uses his black gold card everywhere he can attract a lot of attention he don't want that because he want to keep a low profile for some mor

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..

Forbes, Business Insider, the Times, all of them running the same story with slight variations in wording but the same devastating core message. Isla Brennan, my meek mute fiancée who couldn't even speak, had somehow landed Callum Thorne. One of the most powerful men in the city. A self-made billionaire whose net worth made my family's wealth look like pocket change. My phone had been ringing nonstop since the announcement went live an hour ago. Business associates calling to offer surprised congratulations that felt like thinly veiled mockery, their voices carrying that particular tone people use when they're enjoying your misfortune but pretending to be sympathetic.

It's their story. Three men. Self-made billionaires who built an empire from nothing. No family money, no trust funds, no elite boarding schools. They clawed their way up from the bottom and became gods in the financial world. I click through their website. Professional photos, corporate bios, press releases about their latest acquisitions. The names: Blackville. De Santos. Smith. No first names listed. Just surnames and initials in the corporate headshots—faces partially shadowed, deliberately vague. It's a power move. Mystery creates mystique.

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.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

"You can leave and mingle with people for more business~~" Ads by Pubfuture "Nah, I have my way in business." He grinned at her. However, she sucked up all of her anger toward the man and mingled with Alessandro. Lots of businessmen recognize him as a young billionaire. He expanded their business after he graduated from college and became a billionaire of his own even without big support from his father. Their company nearly collapsed. Everyone knows him as a vicious businessman who bankrupted the Golden Age and grabbed it. Then take a few more exposing illegal things.

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."