Do Trillionaires Exist 소설 & 이야기

Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am.

Influencer with an $800 skincare routine. Ah. There it is. “Theo Rodriguez Involved in Car Crash in Washington D.C. Fiancée Also Hospitalized.” That handsome face popped up on the screen. Smiling on a magazine cover. Youngest trillionaire. Global real estate king. Heir to an empire. Too rich to sleep alone. And apparently, too dumb to wear a seatbelt. I stared at the headline for a while. Not because I cared, God knows I didn’t, but because the universe really does have the weirdest sense of humor.

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?

Helicopters didn't belong here. Neither did billionaires. But as a tall figure emerged from the aircraft, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the coastal wind, Maya felt ice crystallize in her veins. She knew that silhouette. Everyone in America knew that silhouette. Damien Cross. Tech mogul. Venture capitalist. The man whose face graced the cover of Forbes with alarming regularity, whose companies had revolutionized everything from social media to artificial intelligence. The man who, according to last month's tabloids, had just closed a deal worth eight hundred million dollars before breakfast.

Billionaire Triplets, Chad, Klein and Thane Macmiller have everything they ever wanted. People did not know, but their father was the president of the country. And because of the country's monarchy system, the power solely fell on the Macmiller family. They were not tangibly linked to their father so they could commit whatever crimes they wanted and their father would be the last link that bailed them from trouble. The triplets had wealth, women, power and fame.

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

"Unprofitable?" "Dragons are naturally acquisitive. We accumulate wealth, territory, and resources. It's genetic. Trying to do that while remaining hidden limits our potential significantly." Aria pulls out a tablet, showing charts and projections. "Drakon Industries controls approximately twelve trillion dollars in assets worldwide. Banks, corporations, and real estate. We've been hiding in plain sight through shell companies and proxies. But we're done hiding." Elena's mind reels. Twelve trillion dollars. That's more wealth than most nations.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

"Tom's family is as rich as they are powerful, and everyone would have a hard time if he starts rampaging, deciding that he can live with any consequences as long as we suffer too." "Yeah, I know." Avid quickly calmed down as he had been through more than one crisis. Then, reclining against his armchair pensively, he mused, "I'm just worried that Jasper is no match for him either." Renee sighed. "He probably isn't. We're talking about a global dynasty with wealth to match nations." On the world's richest list, there were actually plenty of individuals who were nothing more than normal businesspeople. It was those whose names outside the list that were really, really rich—people whom the gene

Christian's head lifted, his jaw tightening as his gaze swept the people, catching curious stares like a laser sight. "They think you don't eat," I whispered, leaning forward, my voice shaking with laughter. Christian's eyes narrowed. "That's absurd. Of course l eat." "I know," I teased. "But to them, you're this mysterious billionaire who probably survives on fine wine and intimidation alone." He grunted, clearly unimpressed. "Don't get offended," I said, unable to resist poking further, "but I bet someone out there thinks you eat human hearts... maybe lungs... with caviar."