Dan Druff Billionaire True Story Novels & Stories

It would take at most half an hour to get the money, and it would save everyone a lot of time. "Thirty million? When did I say I'd give you thirty million? I said three thousand!" Frederick suddenly turned, feigning confusion as he spoke. "I just need an ATM to withdraw a few thousand dollars. There’s no need to deal with the bank." The shock was immediate. Hearing this, Drake and his men felt like they'd been hit by a tidal wave of realization. They had been thoroughly duped! "Bastard! I'll kill you!" Drake roared in fury, grinding his teeth. After all their effort, they were only getting three thousand dollars—it was like giving scraps to beggars!

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

"Unfortunately I do, I've had the displeasure for the past few weeks of wading through your filth. I have the children you sold away into captivity by the way. By the end of tomorrow the whole world is going to know what you are not to worry." He struggled against his restraints and swore a blue streak. Demented fuck. I stood back and let him tire his old ass out. Funny, up close he didn't look like either of his personas. Not the great senator, nor the axis of evil. Instead he looked like a sixty five year old degenerate down on his luck.

She asked. “Um. His name is Rodri Darnell.” I said, watching her reaction. She placed a hand on her chin, as if trying to remember where she had heard the name before. All of a sudden, she gasped and fixed a wide stare at me. “No way. No fucking way, Vanessa. Are you talking about The gorgeous as fuck Rodri Darnell of the Dolphin Group?!” I nodded and she let out a shocked scream. “What?! That man is a billionaire! From a family of billionaires! Do you know that? His father literally owns half of this city!”

I still remembered how the police addressed him. Eautiquiano Fauste. So he was the third of his name, president of the mall, hotel, and restaurant chains of the empire. His current net worth is two million dollars. He was an heir to the popular and controversial business empire, Fauste Empire that had been buzzing the news every now and then. He was the president of the mall, restaurant, and hotel chains under the empire. 'Two million dollars at twenty-eight?' A part of my brain tingled at the mention of his wealth.

go inside the hole. I closed the fridge and walked out of the office, I entered the office beside the first one I came out from. I rolled the rug away, revealing a round metallic cover, fixed to the ground. I took a knife which was on the table and hit the container, and it opened on its own accord. I returned the knife back to the table, it wasn't an ordinary knife, it's a knife I made myself. I walked into the opening and took the ladder till I came down into a well furnished apartments. I clapped my hands and the metallic cover closed up. "It feels good to be back", I said looking around. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Drake, a guys obsessed with wealth, power and techn

An elderly man stated, as he quickly got up from his chair, shaking Lydia’s hand. “Lydia, I’d like you to meet Randolph, he helped fund Whittenberg Realty.” Drake stated nodding his head at the elderly gentleman, “Without him, my business never would’ve taken off.” “Oh stop being so modest Drake.” Randolph replied, “You were a determined young bloke, you would have founded a way to startup your business with or without me. Now, don’t let me take up your time. The entire board is dying to meet your fiancée and discuss your plans for the business.”

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

I could help smile I and Edward had already released a movie known as 'My Rich Billionaire Is Dumb' last two months, and that movie is now a hit in the entire country. Yeah…. The both of us acted it, and when Edward came back into my life, I was finally able to write the script…. And both of us were the main leads. In life….. I have gotten to know that there are a lot of people who face a lot of difficulties in life, but the fact that they still decide to remain strong is what makes them human.

Well I don't apologise so I just continued on my way when I heard her yell "Jerk" I stopped on my tracks to give her a fitting reply but, luckily for her she already left the building. I went into the conference room. I should introduce myself. I'm Adrain Ivan Stone, the youngest and most successful multi billionaire. The media portray he as a ruthless, selfish and dangerous man but guess what, they are right. I am the second richest man after the president in NYC, you can call me corky or obnoxious but ladies fall at my feet, they treasure the floor I walk on. Well, I can't blame them, with my 6 ft 4 height, and a face like mine even I will fall for myself but I don't care about that. I was