Broke Billionaire Novels & Stories

I didn’t know it then, but that heartbreak set me on a path I never thought I’d walk. Three years ago, if someone—anyone—had told me that I’d be a billionaire today, I would have laughed in their face. Me? A billionaire? I could hardly imagine it back then. But Veronica... she changed everything. Her departure, as painful as it was, lit a fire in me. I started working harder, thinking smarter, and pushing myself beyond limits I didn’t even know I had. The pain she left in me was what made me who I am now—the richest man in New York, as of yesterday. But no matter how much money I had, no matter how many deals I closed, it didn’t fill the emptiness inside me. I still drank. I still felt the s

He was familiar with the past. He was familiar with Greg's reputation. The one the world couldn't get enough of. The ruthless billionaire. The man who never stayed too long with anybody. The one who had it all, but never really cared about being close to anyone. That image had long been embraced by Greg years ago. It was easier. There were no expectations held for him. No promises. No vulnerability. No explanations. He had made a few errors. More than he could have cared for. He used to believe that success would take the place of anything else.

"Attagirl, now here's your money and don't show up ever again." She placed a cheque on my table before leaving my house. Scoffing, I picked up the one million cheque and ripped it in half. I'm an orphan who doesn't need charity from anyone. Especially from those who look holy, but just a piece of holy shit. "Stupid rich people's shit."

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

He automatically stopped after he was announced as the youngest billionaire in the whole of Broken Hill. Did that make any sense? I guess not, so this was what happened. On a certain day, my ex-boyfriend returned from work and complained about a fall in his income. According to him, the company was losing it financially and he had to stop giving me the supposed weekly peanuts for my upkeep else he would go bankrupt. Of course, he lied! A billionaire had all he wanted and I perceived he was going to kick me out of his life. Oh, I know he wouldn't say this part of the story but have emphasized how wicked Nicole had been to have run away with half of his wealth.

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.

It was every computer geeks dream to get into this company, the options were pretty low of getting hired and from what I heard, and the salary was sky rocketing. I quickly breathed in and out, before tying the Bianchi name in G****e with shaky hands. And instantly popped an image of Alex Bianchi, the heir of Bianchi Enterprises. 27 years old, net worth of $80 billion, most suited bachelor and also the man who just broke my phone. I blinked, sitting on the chair before I fainted and stared at the broken phone, if I was to just say that Alex Bianchi touched and broke this phone, I'd get at least $10,000.

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

She took in a deep breath before glancing at me," Your womb got ruptured and there is a probability that you won't be able to birth a child anymore'' she answered, I clenched the gown I had on, as I let the news sink in while staring around in a daze until my eyes were fixed on the TV in front of me “ The Gray corporation stock price has hit its all-time high, CEO Richard amassed a wealth of over a billion dollars overnight, making him the latest billionaire in the Forbes news and that is because he got a mysterious investor, the old shareholders are wailing now and pleading to be taken back, what would you have done if you were in his shoes?”

I clarified defensively. "And you kissed him right back?" I hesitated, the memory of his hands rushing over me. "Yes." Grace groaned audibly into the speaker. "Cleo, listen to me." "I know, I know." "No, I really don't think you do," Grace said, her tone shifting to genuine concern. "Billionaires don't do relationships like normal men. They don't just fall into feelings; they collect experiences. To a man in his position, people can easily become temporary assets until something newer comes along."