Dan Druff Billionaire True Story Novels & Stories

Something that happened to other people in other situations. "Mr. Drake." My PR director was in front of me now, her tablet held at chest height like a shield. "I need direction. The story is already live on three major outlets. We have seventeen minutes before the market closes and your stock price has already dropped twelve percent in the last ten minutes. I need to know what statement we're releasing." I looked at her tablet. Headlines were forming in real time across the screen. Drake Industries Founder Accused of Organ Trafficking. Dead Wife Appears at Board Meeting. Medical Foundation Under Investigation.

When in fact my whole world was spinning in front of me threatening to crash. My mind leapt to Zane Cross, the billionaire whose signature could change the fortunes of cities. I shoved the thought away. I would not go begging, to a man who thought kindness was a power play. We helped Dad dress, his jokes brittle at the edges. “Guess I’m too stubborn for my own liver,” he said, patting my shoulder. “I’ll be fine. Just a tune-up.” I was a bit relieved he wasn't broken down by the news, at least not yet. It wouldn't do him or us any good.

We pulled up to the valet at Dolphin’s Mall, Fred gripped the black card like it was his destiny. “Dolphin Mall, Ma’am. Are you ready?” I smiled slowly. “I was born ready. Let’s show the billionaire what he signed up for.” Fred swallowed. Dolphin’s Mall wasn’t just a mall — it was where price tags didn’t exist, because if you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it. “Which store first, Ma’am?” Fred asked carefully. “Gucci.” The glass doors slid open and heads turned immediately. The sales associate hurried toward us with a polished smile.

His voice is stern and in command. “Good, only I don’t think it is his real name. But we have an image of him. Didn’t take a lot of doing to be honest. Frankly those addicts will do anything for a quick fix or a quick buck to purchase their shit. Someone had a picture on their mobile when this fucker Drake beat someone up for not paying for some gear.” I gasp. “Xander,” I say. “What sort of people do you know exactly? This doesn’t sound good. You are supposed to be a multi billionaire not a drug lord.”

Claus slammed his fist on his penthouse counter, frustration boiling over. "Tyla, I told you I'd send the money as soon as I can," he said, his voice firm. Tyla's eyes flashed, her voice sharp. "You've been saying that for weeks. I need it now." Claus sighed. "My Ryman and Clearview enterprises are facing financial issues. Be patient." Tyla crossed her arms. "You have money in your personal account. Don't lie to me."

"Mr. Brown, it is said that you are young but possess billions of assets. Is the rumor true?" Theo thought for a moment, and Thea's words echoed in his ears. "I wanted a lot of money, and I wanted a lot of love." He corrected the journalist's statement very seriously, saying, "No, it's not billions, it's trillions." Frank and Drake were shocked by the sudden and ostentatious display of wealth by the president. "What stimulated him? Why did he suddenly become so high-profile?" Someone asked Theo, "You are so young, yet you earn so much money. Can you tell us what the driving force behind your success was?"

I can't help but stare at the boys while they jubilate. These are the billionaires of Alessio. These two are pals and the sons of a billionaire. They are pals and sons of a billionaire. They are not only wealthy, but also handsome. They dubbed themselves "Alessio billionaires." According to what I've heard, they were originally three. I've heard that the third is now out of the country. The third guy's name is Ethan. One of the reasons I enjoy coming here is that I always have something to feast my eyes on. I do not even have a television at home.

He said and she chuckled. “I will think about it.” “Come on, it is not even up to half of the money you spent to secure this beach, it is just $2.1 million, Allison said you are a multi-billionaire, $2.1 million is more like a hundred bucks to you.” She said and Draven was surprised she could speak so bluntly, he thought she used to be scared of him. “I will think about it and don't talk about it again.” He said turning to the book and she sighed, She turned back to her meal and continued with it.

This wasn't the end of it, she had given her all to Jack and this was how he was going to repay her, she didn't even see what was so special in that assistant. *** At Vivian Oscar's house Peter scrolled through his phone painfully, Regina had moved on to a better person. If he had known, he wouldn't have left her in the hospital years ago to die and now she's healthy and with the youngest billionaire in New York. "Ughhh!!" Vivian groaned as she walked into the living room, interrupting Peter's thought. " Can you believe this?" Vivian said "Believe what?" "Haven't you seen the blogs? Everyone's talking about Jack and that girl he brought to the event."

Adan Cheriton, the country's youngest billionaire. Every woman wants him in bed but he hardly looks at others. This is Becky's chance of having a good time with her boss and this means an additional eight thousand dollars in her bank account by just giving her body to him for a few minutes. Before Adan could turn, Becky is already undressed. "Good." He said to her as he admired her body. "Hmm…not bad. Where have you been all these while?" He asks her, not recognizing such a beauty for a long time.