Broke Billionaire Novels & Stories

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

Running his hands through his hair, he pulled on the strands, letting out a litany of curses. He'd lost her. He'd lost his chance to have a complete and happy family. It didn't matter what he said, Emilia wasn't going to forgive him. And if Zander thought that he'd made his mother angry, then he would lose his son too. Out there, the world knew him as Max Carter. A billionaire renowned for taking risks and succeeding in every venture. What they didn't know was that in real life, he was a failure. He failed to keep his family together even after being given a second chance. What, then, was the use of having so much money if it couldn't fix his problems?

, I whispered and she hugged me back tighter in response. “What exactly happened with Ava?” She asked after a while. “I heard something about kidnapping and whatnot on the news but I was too preoccupied with coming face to face with you in a long time that I forgot to ask”, she said. “I’m going to make it quick because every memory of that woman leaves a bad taste in my mouth”, I told her and she nodded her head. “The reason she came back into my life is because she went broke. All the men she used to follow around dropped her like a sack of hot potato and she had nowhere else to get money to spend lavishly”.

RIVER I had no job, no savings, and I had bills to pay. I was broke as a homeless. The only good things in my life right now were Journey and well, Krew. But being with a billionaire had consequences, and at the same time, had perks. I wanted to shrink, wishing a black hole would appear on the floor and swallowed me down. Krew hung up on me not a moment ago, and now he was sitting across me while his arrival had filled the entire premises. Then he just barked at me that we were going home.

Well, it's nice at some point, but it doesn't change the fact that she's still like a leech sucking the money of her rich prey. "I really don't know why that man turned out to be like that," Mang Jose commented. That's when I couldn't hold back and asked him. "Why, Captain? What do you mean that Talitha's father is not like that?" I asked. "Ah, because Janus is a good man," answered the old man. "However, One day, Agatha said Janus has hurt her physically. Then, when Janus was always drunk, he would slap his wife, and that would turn into a beating. Until he beat not only Agatha but also Talitha. So Agatha decided to break up with him," he added.

"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.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I sat down on the couch, my head in my hands. "This is a f*cking mess." My brother leaned forward, his eyes filled with something between curiosity and pity. "Dennis… how the hell are you this broke?" I lifted my head, frowning. "What?" He folded his arms. "You dated Freya for years. She’s a billionaire heiress. How the f*ck do you not have anything saved up?" I stiffened at his words.

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

He was basically ruining the purpose of spending Fifth million in charity. Aleksandr Fedorov was breaking his image He had established as a Billionaire, at this moment He was nothing else than The Bratva Pakhan. The merciless monster. The man whose name was whispered with fear in the whole Russian And Chicago. And New York was soon going to learn to follow their lead.

Chapter Seventy—Retribution He needed a deep shave, from the stubble which had magically appeared on his jawline. He staggered towards the bar area and grabbed another bottle of brandy, the empty one already discarded with shards of glass all over the floor. The once ever indomitable Justin Santiago, CEO of SAN limited and the first under thirty year old to make it to the Forbes billionaire’s list, now a depressed and heartbroken loser.