Everyones Trying To Be A Billionaire Novels & Stories

Maya pulled her phone out to text Benji, but a voice cut through the moment. “Hey, girls. Over here.” They turned, plastered on polite smiles, and started toward the table. The smiles slipped the closer they got. Because Benji hadn’t been exaggerating. These weren’t just people. David the dancer who broke the internet last month. John the singer whose voice was on every playlist. Timothy Hollywood’s next big thing. Benji leading man, box office draw. Luther renowned surgeon, name on every elite patient list. And Alex businessman, doctor, and rumor said this people were billionaire with silent stakes in everything from tech to shipping. Entertainment was just their hobby. A way to kill time b

Lean explained. I couldn't believe that people were still talking about it. I thought after it was reported last week, everything would go back to normal, but it seemed to have gotten worse. It makes sense, though—he’s a billionaire, a well-known figure in the country, and wealthy. That’s probably why people keep looking for him nonstop. "People these days... when there's money involved, they’ll make an effort to find him," Lean said, shaking her head in disappointment. Many people do say that money runs the world now. Nothing is free, and the word "thank you" isn’t enough anymore.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

“Who said that?” “Ehm… it’s just speculation,” she stammered. “Speculations by the poor masses?” I tilted my head, my tone calm but razor-sharp. “Please. People without privilege will always try to tear down those above them. It’s human nature.” The journalist blinked, caught off guard. She tried to recover. “Alright, lastly… from the statistics, you’re currently the richest youngest billionaire in the city. What advice would you give to others aiming to make it in life?”

What a rude and cruel billionare! I kept writing and drinking.. Writing and drinking.. I was sad and this is what I do when I'm sad. I knew about the Billionares, I mean who doesn't? Everyone knows them as the 7 Gold Lifes. It's every woman’s dream to be with them, it's every man’s dream to be like them. Everyone envy them, they literally got everything. I never thought I will see them in real life because they're very important people. Seeing them in real life was a great experience but ended up getting them mad at me was the end of the world.

Leo looked away as he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly,” Brad said delicately. “You’re not a regular guy. You’re a billionaire, which is rare in the world. You don’t wear suits that cost less than two thousand dollars. You want everything perfect or there’s hell to pay. Granted, your more ambitious than most, but the difference is you’re more than willing to step on, burn, or castrate, cats, dogs, the elderly, and children to get what you want.” “Well . . . not children,” Blake mumbled. “That just proves that I’m –”

“Man, he almost killed that guy.” “That dude’s insane...” “He’s a billionaire. Nothing’s gonna happen to him.” “I wish I were that guy... I’d come out rich with the settlement.” “These videos are going to blow up on my channel... I’m making serious money off this!”

About her being a debt payment to a billionaire and the new villains that entered her life, I just let her voice it all out. I always wanted to tell her that…why not just me? I have a couple of money. I was born with a silver spoon and ten million dollars is just equivalent to cents for me. Being rich is a part of my name, of being me. Although she knew that, she only sees me as a person that is always to be approached during difficult times and to be approached if she’s feeling happy and needs someone to have a coffee with—I am just a friend. I tried so damn hard to express what I feel, what I truly am. That I am not just a beautiful woman, but also a woman who seeks to be with a gorgeous y

And if it snapped, they would all have to deal with the consequences. The party was star-studded. Many well-known businesspeople were there, famous celebrities, and powerful politicians. Fabian was one of the country's youngest self-made billionaires; everybody wanted to be his friend, or at least know him. In the minds of those attending the gathering, being close to the elusive billionaire was a huge asset. They wanted to know him better and discover his weaknesses. People in the upper class think of nothing but competition. They compete over who wore the best suit in the room, who had the most expensive car in the parking lot, and who had the most beautiful woman beside them.

Maybe I’m trying to convince myself. Cynthia finally turns to look at me. Her eyes scan my face, slow and deliberate. “Interviews,” she repeats. “You’ve been saying that for years.” The words land exactly where she intends them to. I nod. “I’m trying.” She laughs — short, sharp, humorless. “Trying doesn’t pay for electricity. Trying doesn't buy food.” Thandeka shifts uncomfortably. “Mama—” Cynthia raises a hand. “No, let him hear. Men need truth. Especially men who stay too long.”