Dan Reiner Billionaire Novels & Stories

“It was just a party. I was dragged into that kiss—” “Save it!” her father roared, pacing toward her in his silk robe like a storm in human form. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of board members, potential investors, and the entire country! You think this is just about a kiss?” He pointed at the TV again, shaking. “They think you’re a train wreck. A wild card. The spoiled brat who can’t keep her legs or her liquor in check!” “Enough!” Ariana shouted, stepping between him and the TV. “I’m not your PR stunt! You don’t get to rule my life just because you own half the city!”

he said curtly. Lara watched him in awe. He was accustomed to receiving attention from girls and remained unfazed by the admiring glances of his female staff in the office. Sometimes, it irritated him. He sighed and left the office, heading straight to the parking lot. He settled inside his red Ferrari, started the ignition, and drove towards his home. Ryder Knight, a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire and owner of Knight Enterprises, had achieved success and popularity at a young age. He was handsome, attractive, and the most sought-after bachelor in New York City. He possessed two qualities that drove girls crazy: lots of money and good looks.

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

“Can you believe it? How many people get to say that a billionaire came to their wedding?” “Not very many, I imagine,” Kat replied, letting Renee revel in the moment. Renee’s world was all about status. To her, having a billionaire at the wedding was probably as big a highlight as the actual getting married part. “It was so wonderful that he came,” Renee continued, starting to spin in her chair again as she played with the giant diamond on her finger. “Especially when he’s so busy with all the sexual harassment lawsuit stuff.”

He was a thirty-year-old successful billionaire who had managed to raise the success of the DGG group to an unbelievable level in the last five years. From what I read, he was known in the business world as the reaper, with a reputation for acquiring smaller firms to add to the DGG group. All the internet had to say about him were accolades; it never mentioned anything about him being a petty jerk. He had made his first billion dollars at 25 years old. If he was so rich, why did he keep on bothering me about a car he had already repaired? I scrolled further and then saw that he had been with many women, both older in age and young, and then some rumors about him being a dangerous player. He

I opened a new tab and typed his name: Nathan Vanny. Results flooded the screen: Nathaniel Vanny (Age 31) — CEO & Principal Founder of Vanny Global Enterprises. Estimated Net Worth: $14.2 Billion. Overview: Real estate mogul, venture capitalist, and sole heir to the Vanny Family Dynasty. Ranked #1 Most Eligible Bachelor in New York. The sidewalk seemed to tilt under my feet. The man I had walked up to on the sidewalk outside a church. The man I had offered a thousand bucks in cash to pretend to be my date. The man who had calmly dropped to one knee, held my hand carefully, and accepted my cheap envelope in the dark…

Roman is trying to get into Damon's head, and worse, I think it’s working. Roman is the first to break it. “I’ll only ask one more time, what the fuck are you doing here, Baas?” Damon exhales sharply. “I came for business. That’s all.” “Business?” Roman scoffs. “Last time we did business together, you cost me a quarter of a million dollars and a warehouse full of product.” “You were the one who didn’t listen,” Damon fires back. “You were the one who ran.” Something crashes—maybe a glass, maybe a chair—followed by the scuff of shoes against the marble floor.

"I am glad you remember I am the Don and also the owner of this company. Less I forget, this company is a corporation, an investment company not a mafia company. With or without the mafia business backing this company, it would be the same. Who ever I employ to work for me is my business to take care of care of and I know how to handle what under my control, Mr dickhead. Now I hope I have given you the reply, you may take fucking sit. " I saw his jaw harden as he didn't get what he was looking for with what he had said. He sat down angrily and avoided contact with me. " Well that new, young blood. I did want to see who this lady is, the one who captured your heart and you interested in her."

I mutter into his chest, "he doesn't act like I exist unless other people are around. He gets a new girl into his bed almost every night. This marriage is a joke." "I'm sorry," he mutters into my hair, "if I could do anything I would. Who is the guy you're marrying?" "Leon Bailey," I tell him while lifting my head off of his chest, "he is the worst person, I thought that Jacob was in my business class. I was so wrong!" "The stupid billionaire playboy?" Oliver asks and I nod, "he's on almost every magazine this month. He's the talk of America basically."

"She's a very famous actress. I'm actually surprised that you didn't recognize her the moment she walked in." I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. Celebrity or not, that woman didn't impress me. "I don't pay attention to celebrities. It's a waste of time." "I see," he said with a nervous laugh. He suddenly turned serious and I felt like he was holding something back from me. "Is there more to it than that?" He cleared his throat loudly. "I don't know how you're going to take this, ma'am, but that woman was Mr. Dobre's ex-financée."