Books About Billionaires Novels & Stories

But I could tell she was enjoying herself, even if my money didn’t impress her. “Wait,” she said, looking out over the view. You could see halfway across New Jersey from here, and the park below was in bloom. “Don’t you mean nine figures?” “No,” I said, chuckling. “I don’t keep that money in my bank account.” “What do you mean?” “I mean that no one actually has that amount of money in the bank.” “What? So all the billionaires in the world are just…faking it?” “Kind of,” I said. “Billionaires don’t keep their wealth in bank accounts. It makes more sense to invest.”

Louise said. "Pepper eater?" I wondered. "Eats pepper. That animal always has pepper in his teeth," Louise answered, making me shake my head. Louise and I spoke clearly for a moment. She told the whole gossip about Joseph. It is said that someone also leaked the video just now of them kissing in a bar. Joseph is rich and a millionaire so he is a famous person. "You know, we'll just drink that pain away. Come with us and let's go to a bar! What do you say, girls?" Louise said and turned to Mercedes.

“So, tell me more about this bracelet, Viv. Who’s this crush of yours that gave it to you?” Vivian blushed, twirling the bracelet around her wrist. “His name is Jack, and he’s the funniest boy in class. He said his mom bought two of these bracelets, so he gave me one because we’re best friends forever now.” Mr. Thompson raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smile. “Best friends forever, huh? Sounds serious. So tell me, have I met this Jack boy before? Do I know his parents?” Vivian shook her head. “No, I don’t think so, Daddy. I haven’t seen them but his parents are really popular. They’re super rich billionaires and own a bunch of companies.”

Vivienne revealed, her voice dropping to a dangerous, steady whisper that caused Roman’s entire body to freeze instantly. "The Vanguard Trust? That is an international conglomerate that has been aggressively buying up our debt for the last three fiscal quarters, so there is absolutely no way a linguistics graduate from a middle-class background could control those assets," Roman stammered, his face turning pale as he tried to process the information, his mind desperately rewriting everything he thought he knew about his wife.

he answered coldly. yes boss.i bow down and left with joy. I just got a job that could cover my whole expenses and that of my baby girl that's helpful . . . . Ryan's p o v my company is in need of a new accountant so we had the interview today. at of the people that came I already chooses one of them that seems fit for the position,not up to an hour after the interview has ended Emma called to tell me that a lady just walked in now that she was here for the interview.

“I don't know, and honestly, I don't care. If you wouldn't mind, it's quite early, and I'm occu-" “Resilience. Doggedness. Whatever you wish to call it. It's the ability of someone to keep chasing what he wishes for until he gets it that makes him a billionaire." “Okay, Mr. Hill. Thanks for the talk on what makes a billionaire and what doesn't. Talk I didn't ask for, don't need, and don't appreciate, by the way. But I have to ask, if you'd be so kind. Why are you telling me this past seven in the morning when I could very well be asleep or busy working?"

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

"What!!!! I said almost screaming. "Yep! I have thirty five cars while Michael has fifty cars. "Jeez!!!! I finally screamed. These guys are filthy rich. Well what was I expecting from New York's youngest billionaire. James started the car and we drove off.

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.