Do Any Trillionaires Exist Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV By the time Elias was eight months old, Bennett Interiors had a waitlist twelve names deep. Then the money arrived. A single wire. No note. Four hundred thousand dollars, routed through something called Meridian Holdings Group, memo line reading Series Seed — Bennett Interiors, like I'd asked for a Series Seed, like anyone in my life had that kind of money sitting around waiting for a reason to move. My accountant called the bank. The bank confirmed the funds were clean, cleared, mine.

"Yes. My grants only cover a third of my expenses, and getting a job is my next step. I don't mind getting a job, but most firms would require me to work full-time. I could work somewhere non-accounting, that's part time, but I wouldn’t make nearly enough money to live off of." Kent was nothing like she expected for a billionaire. Her mother might be aware of her new fiancé's wealth, but Bethany doubted it. She’d done her research, though, and knew that McKenzie and Bryant Accounting LLC was a cash cow. If Kent wasn't worth at least thirty billion dollars, Bethany would be surprised. Still, he was far too down to earth, far from what she expected a billionaire to act like. They were supposed

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

The registration threshold for Vintage Deluxe was ten billion dollars, which converted roughly to about 1.6 billion US dollars. It might sound like a lot, but in reality, just from the data that could be counted, there were nearly three thousand wealthy people in the world who had assets exceeding this amount. In addition, there was no telling how many invisible tycoons there were, ones who had never announced their assets to the public. Therefore, Charlie was not surprised that five hundred people had registered in two hours.

Those who would climb up the trillionaire radar in no time. The following street after that is for the trillionaires. And the third street is for the late trillionaires. Those who would climb up the quadrillionaire radar in no time as well. Then there is Dragon bay! Dragon bay is said to house foreigners with uncountable funds! No Virginia indigene has been able to purchase a house from the street there as the cheapest house there is $200 quadrillion! It is termed the street of people who has no use for their money! "Lucien, didn't you say you have a little house in the peak of the city? Why is your house not in the least street? And why are we heading to Dragon bay?"

The officer hesitated. “Our analysts believe John’s net worth may already exceed fifteen trillion dollars.” The room erupted in quiet murmurs. Chad Kirk stood up. “That’s impossible.” “Markets would collapse if someone controlled that much capital.” Dennis shook his head. “That’s exactly why he hasn’t revealed himself.” Shawn Mccart leaned forward. “He’s hiding his influence.” Dennis nodded. “Exactly.” “Every deal goes through shell companies.” “Every acquisition routed through proxies.” “Every transaction hidden by that AI.”

The Armani family were more popular than other billionaires because they were the first and only family in the entire city to be so close in making their first trillion. So if Chris wanted to beat them, he needed to become a trillionaire. He sighed. Death was easier.

Raven’s voice broke my trance. I lowered my gaze, biting my lower lip. They weren’t rich. Billionaires? Trillionaires? If there was a category beyond these in the Earthly realm, it would be an insult to them. They could buy the entire mortal realm and not even care to look at their bank balance. Wait! Do they even need a bank balance? They must own the bank itself. I let out a sigh, feeling the temperature of my body rise even more. To explain their wealth status, a new word needed to be created.

He had the Trillionaire System—and a team of elite misfits with everything to prove. The world wouldn’t know what hit it.