Dan Druff Billionaire True Story Novels & Stories

"Oh, come on, Soph, it's been six months already. Move on." The sheer audacity made my vision blur. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Exactly, that's what I'm trying to do. But why do you keep popping up around me like an unwanted weed?" His eyebrows shot up. “Weed? Girl, chill,” he said with a chuckle, clearly amused by my anger. “I’m just here to support my brother’s company.” I blinked, confused. “Who the hell is your brother?” Liam grinned as he raised his champagne glass, pointing toward the stage. "Well, that's him."

“I read last month’s business report. He was promoted to chairman of the entire Roth Empire. Officially the richest man in America. Can you believe that?” Her voice swelled with enthusiasm, spilling over into a running commentary. “And apparently he’s never had a public girlfriend, never been married. Men like that? They’re practically extinct.” Drake shifted in his seat, visibly uneasy with how starstruck she sounded. “You seem to have a crush on him,” he teased, though his smile was tight. “Every woman does,” Thelma replied without shame. “And why wouldn’t they? Franklin Roth has no scandals. Not one. He’s ruthless in business, sure, but that’s why he’s at the top.

Felix was stunned by how quickly Billy's demeanor had transformed at the mention of money. Drake was equally dumbfounded. He had not expected Felix to throw out such a massive sum. While Drake could technically afford it, dropping ten million dollars was pure insanity. If his family found out, they would probably disown him—or worse. Drake scoffed, recovering his composure. "Look at him, Mr. Stefan. Does he look like someone who has ten million dollars? He's just bluffing to get inside." In Canraville, young people who could casually donate ten million dollars without ulterior motives were rare enough to count on one hand. Hence, Drake believed Felix was bluffing.

“So who is he? A farmer's son or a man that was picked from the street?” “He is Tyler Brooke, one the youngest Billionaires in the whole of New York.” Draco revealed and I sent him a weird stare, is he drunk or something?” “That's not possible! Stop playing with me, I am not in the mood for jokes.” I warned and he suddenly placed his macbook in front of me. He then began showing me an unawares picture of Tyler attending a graceful occasion. I was shocked and thought it was photoshopped but it clearly doesn't look like something that was edited.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

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!

"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.

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.