Do Trillionaires Exist Novels & Stories

With trembling fingers, I swiped it open and typed: Alexandro Castello's net worth. The screen blinked, and then— My jaw dropped. The zeros blurred together, and my breath caught in my throat as the number stared back at me. A trillion. Not just a rumor. Not just an exaggeration. An actual, verifiable trillionaire. I sucked in a sharp breath, the weight of it pressing against my ribs. What the hell? I knew he was rich—everyone knew he was rich—but this? This was insane. This was the kind of wealth that didn’t even seem real.

"I don't know, but I aim to find out.” “But what if we never find her? What if we lose the throne?” Rhett was saying. “If we lose the throne, I'd start a music career.” Cade said, smiling like a child, “I'd tour the werewolf world and get women at my beak and call.” Rhett chuckled. “And I will become a Mafia boss. You know, the Mafia get a lot of money.” Ace looked at them, he couldn't believe they'd stoop so low to joke out of something so important like this. “Have you guys no shame? This isn't a joke!”

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

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.

They never expected to be humiliated in just a few dozen seconds. Besides their embarrassment, Erwin and the others also felt afraid. Sean had been their classmate back in college. He had never looked poor, but he certainly hadn't looked rich either. Yet in just a few years, he had become a boss who could casually put up 3 trillion for a stone gambling match. That's right, 3 trillion! To most of the people present, it was an unimaginably enormous amount. Even though many of them had achieved some success, they still might never earn that much money even if they worked their entire lives. Those with wealth measured in trillions were the true tycoons of Bandung.

Sophia POV: I've always lived a life that others could only wish for. Born into the Greenwood clan, my father, Greenwood is the wealthiest in New York, a tycoon in real estate and luxury. From waking up, the world was at my fingertips. Private school, designer clothes, lunch dates with Paris, it all just happened effortlessly. Hard work? Struggle? Those were foreign concepts. My father always told me, "You don’t work for what you deserve; you command it.". I've lived by that motto every day of my life.

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.

" Vincent and I used to go to Slyvester’s house often." "So, you've known for a long time that he's rich?" As Terban's eyes flickered towards Chaylen, he was met with a blank expression. Though the other residents of the boarding house appeared nonchalant about their new acquaintances, Terban had done some digging and found out that Vincent and Kyle were sons of billionaires and were in elite circles. In contrast, Chaylen was the secret offspring of a conglomerate and seemed indifferent to social status - a highly commendable quality. Despite this, he had unwittingly befriended Vincent, Kyle, and Slyvester without knowing their immense wealth.

Sleepy explained again. “Yes. All the millionaires and billionaires had similar sizes of business levels.” Smiley agreed. “And… SO is it bigger?” Firash actively participated in this question and answer session. “How big is it?” “Whale, which is trillions worth of money,” Smiley answered them. Their bodies stiffened. It was a massive amount of money. “If so, what about SQE?” Malikul felt uncomfortable asking the question as if he just unboxed something he shouldn’t. Instead of answering, Sleepy and Smiley looked at each other, their eyes conveyed the uncomfortableness to answer the question.

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...