Novel & Cerita Does A Trillionaire Exist

“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?

He was a survivor who had built a fortress to hide his scars. ​"Is that why you're doing all this?" I whispered, my other hand coming up to touch his arm. "The money, the power... it’s all just a wall so nobody can ever get close enough to hurt you again?" ​Julian didn't answer. He just looked at me, his eyes searching mine with a desperation that made my throat tight. For the first time, I didn't see the billionaire who owned half of Manhattan. I saw a man who was just as lonely as the girl who used to sit on a Brooklyn floor counting her last four dollars.

You know him? His lips separated. He took some time to respond and gave me the impression that my question was absurd. He snarled, "Jeez! Khrystal, he's a magnate tycoon! A billionaire for Pete's sake!" "He's that famous? I thought he was just an investor," I muttered. His mouth fell open even more. It led me to come to a realization in some way. I was unable to conduct a background check on the target person since I was under too much time constraint to finish the project proposal.

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

"A new private jet, wow, I should have known, I forgot you are a billionaire, how did I not know my husband is so fucking rich and influential? Wow, I sometimes forget how wealthy you are, so much money, I married rich, not a lot of people can relate. She talked on, at this rate she was sure Rafael might be rethinking his decision to marry her or even to go on this trip but she couldn't stop chit chatting. "Almost a trillionaire, just a few more loads and good deal and I will enter that league, so better get used to it, and also the attention that I plan on giving you," He said proudly. "Yes, sir, I am looking further to it," "Why do you keep saying, sir?" "It's fun,"

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

“It’s not a big deal, Tara.” “Yes, it is! It’s the first time I witnessed my friend have an interest in a man! How could it be not a big deal?” Tara said hysterically. I just shrugged my head. “Think what you want to think. I’m not interested. Final.” After saying that to Tara, I swiftly looked back at the front, staring at the laptop’s screen. I didn’t doubt what Zygo said two days ago that he is one of Tranquil’s billionaires. From the beginning, I knew he was a tycoon and had been rolling in money because no one else could enter ZF Hotel, but those people qualified as Elites.

She asked herself and Travis’s gaze darted to her. “Alison, they are also billionaires and the organizers are in need of fund to promote whatever course they're interested in, so they don't mind having anybody on board.” He explained with a small smile. “Raquel's dad has so much money, the elite men too, and your ex-husband they are all billionaires and that's what really matters.” Alison's expression turned guarded as she looked around, trying to ensure that she was not being watched. “Doesn't it bother the organizers that the whole money is from illegal dealings?”

Her acceptance, despite the revelation about his family's financial status, reassured him that their connection went beyond material wealth. Adrian couldn't help but be relieved by Evelyn's nonchalant response. Her acceptance, despite the revelation about his family's financial status, reassured him that their connection went beyond material wealth. "I'm glad you feel that way," Adrian said, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "I wanted to be honest with you, Evelyn. I believe in transparency in our relationship." Evelyn nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Adrian, wealth doesn't define a person, and it certainly doesn't define love. I remember my mother," she said, her voice sounding sad.

He laughs. "Actually, it's not even going to make a dent in my bank account. Gale, I'm a billionaire. So, that's the bet. You win, I pay off your loan. But if I win, you go on a date with me." He says. I can imagine him with a smug look on his face. I do need the money. It might take my mind off to the tragedy happened to my sister. If I do this bet, it gives me something else to think about, other than her.