Dan Druff Billionaire True Story Novels & Stories

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."

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.”

"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?”

I always knew you to be a very smart man, but then I never expected you would be so easy to get. "Oh really Van", i retorted, " easy to get?, you haven't gotten anything out of me man, it was merely a feather off a chicken's wing. You should always know that I'll always be on top, I am the billionaire" "Billionaire you say?, you don't even have anything as we speak, your company has tons of debts to pay, let's see how you'll recover from that. And oh, when you're busy mourning in trenches, I'll be at the top, the next richest man in all of Canada and even more. Oh Daniel Vuitton, it's such a pleasure seeing you go broke. But who am I to be so cruel to you aye?, worry not my ex-billionaire, I

Lyra watched the television, with Derrick silently criticizing each and every artist showing on the screen for their pitiful acting skills. "How about we watch the news? That's better than soap operas, huh?" Lyra asked him. Derrick simply nodded. Zin pouted and expressed his dismay by dramatically lowering his shoulders. Just as she pressed the little button on the remote control, Lyra almost puked as she coughed violently. The screen flashed a huge photo of Derrick and Zin. "Oh, that's us!" Zin excitedly clapped. "How?" Lyra had to do a triple take just to make sure that she was seeing the right thing. Derrick was named the youngest billionaire in the country with his very own hotel and res

Hao Jianbin stood up and shouted loudly. "Damn it!" One of the blond-haired men, Mr. Jelly, immediately kicked Hao Jianbin, pointed at his nose, and scolded him, "So what if you're from the capital? How dare you yell at Mr. Walson with such a small amount of money! Let me tell you, Mr. Walson is a local whose family has assets worth over a billion! He owns a resort and is far richer than your family! Not to mention Mr. Walson, even Mr. Zack here and I alone have family assets worth over a billion! What right do you have to insult Mr. Quinn? Before insulting Mr. Quinn, you should be better than us first!"

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.”

I kept my face perfectly blank as I crossed my arms over my chest, hiding the way my hands were trembling. "It doesn't matter where I get the money, Drax. As long as I pay the debts my mother owed you, you shouldn't care if it fell from the sky." Drax snorted, leaned forward and snatched up the stacks with his thick quickly flicking through the bills. He didn't have a money counter but he didn't need one. His greedy eyes tracked every single dollar. "Just making conversation, Trivett," he grumbled. "People who suddenly come into big money usually have angry people looking for them. I don't like angry people knocking on my door."