Do Trillionaires Exist Novels & Stories

The girl’s expression mirrored Mila’s own—sharp, observant, unyielding. The television overhead buzzed with the latest news: “Carson Corp faces a financial crisis. Rumors suggest that Madison Carson, the now heir, may soon marry Lowe Sterling, potentially securing a partnership with Sterling Inc. No official confirmation has been made.” Mila tightened her grip on the chopsticks, her eyes betraying the coldness she felt inside. Five years had passed, and though the mall around her was more prosperous, it was still Lowe's world.

Jason’s photograph filled the screen, his sharp jaw, his impossibly blue eyes and the faint smirk that once caused her to melt, was now broadcast all across New York like he was some kind of crowned king. The co-anchor shook his head. “Multibillion? Please. Everyone knows the Hales keep far more off the books. Everyone knows these people probably have offshore accounts, or art vaults, perhaps even properties under shell corporations. We’re talking trillions in assets, and most of that money is untraceable.”

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.”

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?"

She uttered firmly. “Are you crazy?! Ten million dollars?!” Theo asked in shock. “That shouldn’t be a problem given that you are stinkingly rich, and I bet you never ever want to see me again. This is a price you have to pay.” She answered with a smirk. “I had always known you were cheap. I just never knew you were this cheap.” Arthur answered in disgust. “That’s the problem I have with you, rich folks. How is ten million dollars cheap?! Well, I admit it. So are you giving me or what?!” She asked, folding her arms.

Unless I'm the one who's being hunted, it makes no sense. "My house," Kaziel tells me, and my jaw drops. "What are you? Some sort of secret billionaire?" I ask, and he beams at me. "Ever heard of Lakewood Group?" I blink at him, bewildered. Surely, he can't mean— "My last name is Lakewood." My eyes bulge in their sockets. "No way." The Lakewood group is one of the largest trillionaire empires in the country. They're old money. Rumors say they sacrificed their women for wealth. All of their wives died at a young age.

“And it’s a black express card. There are only three of its kind in the world. Money just keeps magically appearing on it.” “Really?” She tossed her hair arrogantly. “Yeah, my dad’s an oil tycoon," she boasted, as if that explained everything. “He probably wouldn't even notice if I bought a private island or two." If I had a dollar for every time she reminded me her dad was an oil tycoon, I'd be sipping cocktails on my own private island right then." "Well, lucky you," I muttered under my breath. Ignoring my sarcasm, Bernita grabbed my arm excitedly. "Come on, Jessica! We have some serious shopping to do. I want to look like a million bucks by the end of the day!"

Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

Mia flopped next to me and Ethan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. “So Rafael Moretti,” Mia started, poking my side. I groaned. I thought I had escaped this for now. “I googled him,” Ethan added. “Dude’s net worth has like ten zeros.” “Why does everyone talk about money anytime his name comes up?” “Fine. We won’t talk about money. You show up on articles, holding the hand of a billionaire and you think we’ll let it slide?” “I was going to tell you guys in person. Like normal people.”