Double Life Of A Billionaire Novels & Stories

TRENTON'S POV "Congratulations on achieving the title of a billionaire at the young age of thirty-five, Mr. Outlaw! Wow! I'm half your age, but I still have a long way to go. Anyway, how do you feel about joining the billionaire's club?" "Oh, I honestly feel honored. When I started doing business, I had one goal in my mind—and that is to produce good projects that will inspire the whole world. I am not even kidding. It is flattering to have the title, but I think I'm already the richest man alive just by having my family beside me."

Two years, that's all we're asking. Just a formality. Just two years of my life tied to a man who probably couldn't pick me out of a lineup. Alexander Knight, the infamous tech billionaire who made his first million at nineteen and his first billion at twenty-three. I'd seen the tabloids different woman every week, cold as ice in business, never smiled in photos. The man was basically a robot in a expensive suit. "And what does Alexander think about all this?" I asked, still not turning around. There was a pause. Too long of a pause.

She surely won't worry about money at all. “Nathan, I know I have given you a hard time about your actions in the past, but I want you to know that I'm so proud of you. You're successful and you managed to achieve a lot at such a young age. I know I can trust you and I can leave this enterprise for you while knowing it will be in good hands. You now own three-quarters of this company. Excel at being the CEO, write your name in history. I have also given you a billion dollars. I'm sure you'll make them three of four billion dollars by the time you're fifty.” I've always been called a billionaire, given the fact that the enterprise sooner or later would be mine. Now, I'm officially a billionai

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.

I said to him. I called Joe to get me some girls maybe four girl for tonight, ending the call and talking about girls maybe the sexy girls is not working today, I dropped my phone and entered the bathroom to shower. Coming out of the shower with a towel. My billionaire friends were already calling me and asking me about tomorrow telling they were invited and that they are gonna come with different girls for me and for everyone laughing and ending the call. I started thinking about sexy girl who knows what she’s gonna wear, besides just in few minutes the news have already gone all over the world about my anniversary, 'Life of a trillion dollar man', I said to myself with a smirk on my face

A look of surprise flashed before his eyes, and when he spoke next, his voice sounded intrigued. “Do you think half a million would in anyway affect my finances little girl? I own a multi billion dollar enterprise, the richest company in the country. Half a million is chicken change.” I nodded, not fully understanding what he had just said. I knew he was very rich, because I had heard a lot about him, but I did not know anyone could be that rich. I and my stepfather had lived in abject poverty, and our poverty had only gotten worse as his gambling addiction grew. How could I pay back such a huge sum of money in ten life times, let alone understand what it meant to be as rich as The billionai

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

I marveled silently at his speed, the numbers spilling from him like blood from a wound. In my last life, I'd heard Cassius was some sort of young genius version of Warren Buffet, the real Wolf of Wall Street and stuff. Guys like that existed to make money. They like money like sharks like blood. And talking about sharks, that 17% was a shark's bite, but I had no choice - my own funds were a dry well, and I needed that 8 billion like I needed air. In my previous life, I had never thought that I would need 8 billion one day. I got absolutely nothing in my bank account, and that was why that I had to figure out a way to get that 8 billion from Darrren.

IZZY. I stared at my bank account balance. My gut churned. The figures were a cold, unforgiving red. I was so broke, it wasn’t even funny. Two days. It had been two days since the nursing home informed me that I needed to pay fifty thousand dollars for Winnie's surgery. And I was no further along on finding a solution than I was that night. Instead, I was underpaid. Overworked. Cheated on. Pregnant. And now, I was going to lose the one person I had in my life.

They weren't born rich; their story is one of “rags to riches” That's why I learnt to be independent from a young age, I was the sole heir of the Blackwell Empire and my job was to continue the legacy, but I decided to make a name for myself by founding ZDN crop at eighteen. I was listed as the youngest billionaire in New York at the age of twenty. Mila was still looking around the restaurant, and she scribbled something in a little note she carried. I wondered what she was writing, but I didn't press to know what it was.