Dan Druff Billionaire True Story Novels & Stories

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

I asked, hoping it would be a lie. " Let me tell Thom. You know Drek's Global?" " Who doesn't know the billionaire. I was small when he died but his name still remain fresh". " Good. You know why it kept on been fresh in your heart,huh?" Granny,can you stop this, my mind trying to pour out but I dare not. " I-- don't know". " That is because he was as prudent as a baby, generous, having that broad heart in accomdating even a mad fellow ". She paused, relaxed in the dining a bit before continuing.

Christian's head lifted, his jaw tightening as his gaze swept the people, catching curious stares like a laser sight. "They think you don't eat," I whispered, leaning forward, my voice shaking with laughter. Christian's eyes narrowed. "That's absurd. Of course l eat." "I know," I teased. "But to them, you're this mysterious billionaire who probably survives on fine wine and intimidation alone." He grunted, clearly unimpressed. "Don't get offended," I said, unable to resist poking further, "but I bet someone out there thinks you eat human hearts... maybe lungs... with caviar."

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

The masculine voice answered from behind the door. "Oh" I packed and arranged my ponytail well. "I'm coming now." I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room.to meet the two hefty men, that were standing still. The look on their face were strong and the smile on one of them was hideous. He snapped out of the smiling, very fast. It was very strange. They looked focused on the way to where Mr Dorth-rak was sitting. He was a billionaire, as told by Orlan. He own a hospital and the Myar corp. Which was a multi-billion dollars company, owned by him. I was very privileged to meet him, a billionaire. I walked stylishly to him and occupied the stood beside the vacant seat, that was at the spot, ju

"I am fine, I have being doing great and thanks to Derek, he has helped me a lot in running the company." "Yeah that's only what he's being useful for. He goes around sleeping with whores and making his parents miserable." He said. I smirked and glanced at Derek. He stared at me dully. "Yeah i do talk to him most of the time on this issue but he's is good at covering his track." I jokingly said. Derek tilted his head and mouthed "Fuck you dickhead." "He is there right?" "Yeah he is." I replied. "Tell him he should keep on staying low for now, it would do us a lot of good." He said. "His mum and I are tired of bribing the whores he sleeps with not to say anything to the public or share fake n

The money in the suitcases should be around three million bucks, yet the other party donated it to them for building the elementary school just like that. Such people deserved to be wealthy! “T-t-they actually own two Porsches! They look brand new!” Dylan was dumbstruck for quite a while before finally exclaiming, “It seems that they’re really rich!” “Impossible. A bodyguard with 20 million bucks monthly pay? Are the people from the Drake family stupid?” “Moreover, that kid just got discharged from the military recently. It’s not even been a month. Did they pay his salary in advance?”

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”