Do Trillionaires Exist Novels & Stories

Zane Romano, Group Managing Director of Romano Imperium. I read it twice, then scrolled slowly. Romano Imperium appeared in every paragraph like the name of a god. Port logistics. Energy. Luxury hospitality. Private infrastructure. Investment holdings. One article mentioned the family’s wealth in the politest way possible, as if it wasn’t saying they had the GDP of a small nation. The world’s first trillionaires since the early 2000s. Very sane. Very normal. Obviously. I clicked to the company’s official website.

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

Suzie, Trina, and I all opted for the pedicures first. “Do you live like this all the time?” Suzie asked, looking around. “No,” I giggled. “I get my nails and toes done once a month, but I’m not hanging out in a spa weekly, and I’m definitely not jetting away to a private island every weekend.” “But your family does have a lot of money, right?” Trina queried. “Yes, they are millionaires,” I advised. “Zander’s brother and grandfather are billionaires. His grandfather, Carrington, is in the top 10 richest people in the USA.”

LOLETTE. These expensive balls always made me feel like I was suffocating. Today, I had to be here though. For him. The boy who wasn’t only my best friend, my closest confidant, but the man of my dreams. The last part was a secret though. And he was about to step into something even bigger than himself, becoming the next CEO of the largest petroleum company in the world, Emporio Dynasty Petrol. My eyes locked in on the table in the centre of the large gathering, where you could find the most expensive Armani, the flashiest Rolexes, and the most iridescent diamonds. All because that table seated the richest family in the entire hall.

Ywain hurriedly replied. “Hahaha. Is he a rich man just because of three thousand dollars? I have seen many more big brothers on a larger live broadcast platform. As soon as they logged in, they would be swiping tens of thousands of dollars just like that, from the very beginning! Those are the true rich tycoons! I think that Felicity is done for this time. It seems as though the other party has a real big brother over there!” Cassandra said as she put down her cell phone.

"I have no idea! Probably because she knew that she had a lot of explaining to do about her whereabouts. To think that I was even thinking about her as a possible wife." "Oh come on… she just lost a jewel. But you could have talked things over with her. Maybe she really did have some explanations." "That is not the point, Jack. "The point is that she has been siphoning money from my company, having all expenses paid for trips to exotic locations, receiving a statutory monthly allowance of about 10 000 dollars and a payment called miscellaneous. Yet, she was apparently whoring about like she owned herself and my company was funding her lascivious lifestyle. Isn't that too much craziness for o

, Justin asked. " Oh sorry, where are my manners?", the voice said, " my name is Tristan Kelly, the current CEO of Kelly Medicals and the heir to the billion-dollar conglomerate, Kelly Group", he said. " Oh, I never thought I'd meet you. I know your dad. We've done business together, and I'm guessing you're the Playboy, drug-loving son, he keeps on whining about", Justin said.

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

“We will figure it out. I will get another job. I will take out a loan. I will… I will hook up with Alexander Bennett if I have to, I hear he is richer than all the Kensingtons combined!” The absurdity of the comment made a real laugh bubble up from Flora’s chest. For a moment, the crushing weight on her heart lifted, and she was just a girl talking to her sister. “Do not be ridiculous. Alexander Bennett? The Casanova billionaire? He is forty-six, Sash." "So? He is hot for an old guy. And rich. Very, very rich." Sasha joined in the laughter, though there was an edge to it. "I am serious, Flo. You deserve better than this."

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.