Does A Trillionaire Exist Novels & Stories

“I haven’t held a golf club in my life.” “Tennis?” “Nope.” “But you can swim?” “Yes.” “So why didn’t you buy a house that has a swimming pool? You’re a billionaire, you can do it?” “Am I a billionaire? Well, I have a few hundred millions in different banks here and abroad. And I have some businesses and properties which if you liquidate would run to a few hundred millions, too. Yes, my net worth is more than a billion pesos, so yes, I am a billionaire. But not all billionaires want a mansion or a palace or a castle. Or a swimming pool. I don’t even have a bath tub.” He chuckled. “Besides, those money, my mother just gave it to me.”

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

“Billionaire?” “Yeah,” he said, then nodded. “No, that’s impossible.” “You just disagree with everything I say, huh?” “No, I mean, you can be a superstar or an actor because you’re hot, but a billionaire? No.” “Why?” “Because billionaires don’t go to some average club to get drunk and risk their money on bets and give one hundred thousand dollars so easily…” I stopped in my tracks when I realized it. Damn, he must be a billionaire in that case.

This wasn't the end of it, she had given her all to Jack and this was how he was going to repay her, she didn't even see what was so special in that assistant. *** At Vivian Oscar's house Peter scrolled through his phone painfully, Regina had moved on to a better person. If he had known, he wouldn't have left her in the hospital years ago to die and now she's healthy and with the youngest billionaire in New York. "Ughhh!!" Vivian groaned as she walked into the living room, interrupting Peter's thought. " Can you believe this?" Vivian said "Believe what?" "Haven't you seen the blogs? Everyone's talking about Jack and that girl he brought to the event."

Her expression was confident, almost defiant, a stark reminder of the woman she had become. Andrew walked in, carrying a tray with coffee and pastries, Tristan trailing behind him with a juice box. “Have you seen this?” he asked, setting the tray down and sliding the magazine toward her. Ava nodded, still staring at the headline. “It doesn’t feel real.” “It’s very real,” Andrew said, his voice firm. “You’ve earned every bit of this. Don’t you dare downplay it?” Tristan clambered onto her lap, his small hands patting the magazine. “Mommy, what’s a trillionaire?”

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.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

“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!"

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."