Dan Reiner Billionaire Novels & Stories

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

I raised my eyebrow at her, wondering what she was so happy about. "Check this out," she said as she took out her phone and played a video. "billionaire Xander King has made it big. his network surges from a whopping twenty-five billion dollars to seventy-five billion due to the investment he made recently with a trading company called forte trade. it's shocking to see how much money he made in such a small amount of time and knowing that he only has a five percent share in the company, I'm sure by tomorrow he'll be running from the press who wants to interview him. good move, Xander Laura Lee, reporting for CBS." My eyes became wide at the mention of figures that my network had gone up too.

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

What if Bernard had been wrong about Richmond's financial status? I called my assistant immediately. "Sarah, I need you to research everything you can find about a man named Richmond who has been dating Vanya Reed. I want to know his full name, his occupation, his financial status, everything." "I'll get right on that, Ms. Westbrook." Two hours later, Sarah called me back with information that made my world tilt on its axis. "Ms. Westbrook, the man Vanya Reed was dating is Richmond Fernandez, CEO and majority owner of Fernandez Real Estate, Fernandez Construction, and fourteen other companies in Sacramento. His estimated net worth is 2.8 billion dollars."

But Ethan stomped his hand, crunching bones, and Noah zip-tied him up, blood and all. "You're under arrest, you bastard," Harlan growled as his team rushed in. Donovan laughed like a madman. "Too late. Check my will, you're my heir now. The empire just doubled." The twist came out: Donovan owned the rival Hale Conglomerate, even bigger than Cole's. The blood tie forced a merger. "Richard knew everything. He used my sperm to breed an heir for me." Ethan felt dizzy, but Noah grabbed his arm tight. "We pick our own family." The feds dragged Donovan away, empire deals hanging in the air, but the win felt good.

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

"I'll call her. Not to beg her back. Just to say thank you for the truth when I didn't want it." Nadia started walking again. "Good. She earned that much." We passed a small playground fenced off for the evening. A couple of kids had left a ball behind the gate. It sat there, bright red against the gray pavement. "Jamie's been pushing the paternity paperwork," I said, changing the subject before it got heavier. "He wants everything ironclad before the baby comes. No surprises from my father." "Richard's still fighting the embezzlement charges?" "Quietly. David's handling the defense, but the board's already voting him out next month. The gambling debts are bigger than we thought. Offshore ac

“And?” “And that makes you leverage.” She frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means hurting you becomes a way to hurt me.” Aria blinked in disbelief. “Why would anyone care about hurting you?” A humorless smile touched his lips briefly. “You really don’t know who I am.” “No.” For the first time, Lucien seemed genuinely surprised by something. Then he walked toward a nearby table and tossed a magazine onto it. Aria looked down. Her breath caught. The cover showed Lucien standing beside politicians and businessmen beneath flashing cameras. LUCIEN MORETTI: THE BILLIONAIRE KING OF NEW YORK. Her eyes widened slowly.

So, my hunch was right! "So her name is Rose, huh? I never knew..." Jeremy was proud of himself to see Mikhail squirm realizing that he had jumped the gun and exposed himself. "But I gather that Rose is the old man's great-granddaughter through his daughter, right? Even then...Jonathan Erling – what does he have on Alexander?" Jeremy was curious. Jonathan Erling –? the mysterious billionaire. He is said to be nearly ninety years old and as long as he is alive he's the fourth richest man on earth. Even when there is a recession or world war, his net worth will always make him the fourth richest.