Dan Reiner Billionaire Novels & Stories

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

It’s ten minutes before midnight and I was on my way to grab a midnight snack when I heard gossip at the nurse station. “Hey, have you heard that the billionaire’s daughter-in-law just recently gave birth?” “What’s the name of the billionaire?” The other nurse nudged her, both of them are new to my eyes. Probably a nurse that just recently passed their internship I guess. “Damon Gray. His name is so hot and you know what, he’s a total DILF!” They chucked and I sat on the row of metal chairs in front of them, pretending that I was listening to music but in fact, I didn’t even install it to my phone.

"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."

A self-made businessman is respectful to women and his words while the most popular billionaire doesn't give a shot to anybody. And even that was not enough to reconsider everything he finds out blame Jensen is alive and planning to return to the county. He had the media's attention in his absence, the shares were down of Jensen industries, what he didn't have was the girl whom Blake Jensen has promised something ahead of the whole world.

Every wanted to know the answer to this question but couldn't master the courage to ask, but count on Declan to bring it up. Stephanie was horrified by his Blount questions. " Jonathan! " She gapes " What are you all glaring at me? We all want to know the answer to this question question. So fucking let me be. " Said Jonathan while lifting his hands in surrender. " So Declan, how was it" shyly asked my sister " My 10 million dollars was very fruitful. I think I made a good investment." I said grinning " Details Declan" Jonathan said " You can continue dreaming" I said

Just hearing her say a few words made his crotch rise, the thought in his head just wanted to push her down on the bed and make love. "Okay, I'll do as you please." Darryl leaned in to whisper in her ear, but the volume was loud enough for the old billionaire to hear. "Wait, sir." Seeing that Darryl was about to pick up Regina and leave, the old billionaire was not willing. He gritted his teeth and tried to convince Darryl one last time. "I spent a billion dollars to buy her, the money I sent to her parents, so I can't get it back. Don't make it difficult for me."

“Transfer executive authority to me permanently. Or transfer primary control to you.” She felt something cold slide down her spine. “Primary control of what?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “The investors’ network.” The words felt abstract. Distant. Until they didn’t. “That’s not a company,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “It’s a financial backbone. Offshore holdings. Political leverage. Strategic debt placements. Media influence. Crisis creation. Crisis resolution.” Her stomach tightened. “This is bigger than Hale.” “Yes.” “Bigger than Cross.”

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.