Billions Book Novels & Stories

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

Such was the power of the Eldor Four. Leonard was surprised as well, but he scoffed at the other three men. "One billion and two hundred million." Wilbur's head was starting to hurt. These guys were out of their mind. "One billion and three hundred million." "One billion and four hundred million." "One billion and five hundred million." Leonard got to his feet. "One billion and six hundred million."

As if he was happy for Jean, he was telling Murphy that if he wanted to help Jean, then he would have to invest one billion dollars. One billion dollars. Could he easily invest that much money? He thought that Murphy would be embarrassed and then blamed Jean. Murphy frowned and asked, "One billion dollars?" Brennan was pleased in his heart. Well, he knew that this young noble gentleman probably wanted to heroically help Jean. Even if he was rich and even if he wanted to take out a billion dollars, he would have to ask his family, right?

LOLETTE. These expensive balls always made me feel like I was suffocating. Today, I had to be here though. For him. The boy who wasn’t only my best friend, my closest confidant, but the man of my dreams. The last part was a secret though. And he was about to step into something even bigger than himself, becoming the next CEO of the largest petroleum company in the world, Emporio Dynasty Petrol. My eyes locked in on the table in the centre of the large gathering, where you could find the most expensive Armani, the flashiest Rolexes, and the most iridescent diamonds. All because that table seated the richest family in the entire hall.

“It’s moisturizer. Stop making stuff up.” “Yeah, sure,” she teased, tossing her purse onto the couch as she walked in. “That moisturizer sure made you this much of a star. My best friend is hot gossip, trending on every damn media platform. ‘Who is the billionaire’s mystery woman?’ Ugh, fu*k those people! They are vultures.” I laughed at her dramatics, shutting the door behind her. “It’s not that bad, besides, I don't let it get to me.”

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

Mary Jane took a deep breath as she walked over to Ethan and Clifford’s table. The cosy café, with its warm lighting and comforting smells, suddenly felt too big and too small all at once. Her heart raced, and she wiped her sweaty palms on her apron. Ethan Cogsworth wasn’t just any customer; he was a billionaire, known for his powerful place in the business world. And she was just a barista, trying to get by.

She exhaled deeply, glancing at him with a knowing smirk. “This… this is Five billion, Drystan. Not some million…” “Exactly, Sunshine.” Drystan grinned, the intensity in his gaze never fading. “We don’t do millions here. We deal with billions.” Rosealba glared at Drystan, unable to do as much as speak. This was too much. Too much for her to handle. 5 billion? 5 billion of nothing. Of no hard work to have earned such. No, that’s hilarious. Utterly hilarious to her hearing.

Ingrid messaged me at last, feeling completely distraught as she begged me to lend her 800,000 dollars for the surgery. I had been attending a banquet with my dad at that time and didn't see her message until very much later. However, as soon as I saw it, I immediately transferred the money to her. Yet, her second message popped up almost at the same time. She sounded absolutely in despair. "I'll do anything you want as long as you'll lend me the money!"