Does A Trillionaire Exist Novels & Stories

he agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

He was an echelon of wealth she had never even imagined. "Why haven't you secured the crown of opulence, eclipsing even the financial eminence of the illustrious Elon Musk, accumulating a staggering wealth that stands at almost four times his own substantial fortune?" His hearty chuckle reverberates through the surroundings, an audible echo of his mirth dancing upon the airwaves. With an air of mysterious charm, he speaks, "Let's just say that due to our unique identity, we prefer to lead a discreet existence, ensuring that humans do not intrude into our personal lives. To the external world, my net worth appears as trivial as a mere 70 billion dollars."

But I could tell she was enjoying herself, even if my money didn’t impress her. “Wait,” she said, looking out over the view. You could see halfway across New Jersey from here, and the park below was in bloom. “Don’t you mean nine figures?” “No,” I said, chuckling. “I don’t keep that money in my bank account.” “What do you mean?” “I mean that no one actually has that amount of money in the bank.” “What? So all the billionaires in the world are just…faking it?” “Kind of,” I said. “Billionaires don’t keep their wealth in bank accounts. It makes more sense to invest.”

She said and Marcus raised his brows in confusion. "Club one-trillion is for trillionaires, people and business organizations that make trillions but we haven't gotten to that level so that's the obstacle to obtaining the Fashion house"she said and Marcus finally understood. "I'm sure we can do something about it right?" He asked, "Yeah we can, currently we are making billions daily but the only way we can get to the trillion is if we secure another one billion dollar deal, our only enemy is time" she said, "how?" he asked while Monalisa rolled her eyes, but Priyanka continued explaining

As soon as he said it, there became even more murmurs of agreement and Don looked interested in what Mr Sal had to say. What?! A trillion dollar company!! What?! Trillion?! Trillion?! Was I the only one seeing this from my point of view? Trillion was not a little amount. Why on earth was the rich born so wealthy. Trillion?! That made my brain almost explode. Were they so wealthy that they wanted to turn this company into A TRILLION DOLLAR COMPANY. What?!

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.

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.

He had enough to deal with, trying to keep on his feet now that life had washed up again, and tried to sweep him away. ‘Do you know how many trillionaires the world has?’ strangers would ask him on the street, or maybe he knew them, but didn’t remember. ‘Not even five and what do they have in common? All of them multiplied their fortune during the crisis. It has to have been planned: a made-up pandemic. And the governments: they've always been borrowing money from the super-rich, they're in on it as well.’

He put down his pen and massaged his nose bridge. The scene that the investors make is truly stressing him out. If only he could get rid of them once and for all, he will surely give up a million dollar just to do so. It all started four years ago, after he suddenly disappeared from public. He only worked from home and made sure not to be seen everytime he went out, not once did he also visited the company nor did he grace them with his presence in any meetings. He only managed everything from home. Nikholas Pierre Fairbourne is a prominent figure in the business industry, a young trillionaire who's also the most eligible and sought after bachelor.

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX