Extreme Wealth System Novels & Stories

Her knees on the bed, her upper body raised, and then he thrust in. "Ahhhh!" Indeed, werewolves — Alphas and Omegas specifically in rut and heat — were like animals. Sex was the only thing they knew, and that they could feel. The two people who had never met before were now intertwined in such a passionate, smutty copulation, going on and on like it was their last day on earth.

I had escaped from a life of scraping and scheming thanks to the ten-billion-dollar payout, but it had also hollowed out the simple, warm future I might have had. There were no winners in this game of extremes. There were only two wounded souls, trapped by the system and devoured by the reality of what happened, wandering separately through a wilderness of wealth.

All this while they were under the impression that gods were extremely powerful and without equal; yet a group of gods had fallen to one planet? “It’s nothing strange. Systema was a higher world that had an unusually powerful World Will. With the aid of their World Will, they were able to drive the gods off, but at no small expense. Systema’s World Will entered a deep sleep and their strength fell as a result. Before long, they fought against each other for the few resources left and now, it is a world plagued by war and strive. Although its World Will is awake now, it has grown eccentric and distrustful, and doesn’t pass on its power as easily as it did in the past. Over the past few millio

“N-no, rather than implementing it, I want it to be different.” “Oh, like what?” I pause for a while, trying to think of a reason. “I just want a system like those online games. You keep leveling up and reach the goal. You k-know, that gives you a chance to rise up like those stories from rags to riches.” “Through the reliance of other people’s affluence?” He asks, placing his palm on his chin. I avert his gaze and continue, “N-no! I-it n-not just like that. Some people from the untouchables can’t just stay untouchables! They can work an earnest job and become wealthy.”

The unobstructed view of the city was breathtaking, and I wouldn’t mind waking up to it every morning. Heading into the kitchen, tricked out with all the most expensive appliances, I made myself some coffee. Luke had different kinds on hand, enough for a post-coffee apocalypse. I picked the only one I recognized and set a filter into the machine before pouring the grounds. The act was so normal, but at the same time, so different. I was in a billionaire’s home, doing something as ordinary as making coffee. Although to Luke, all of this was ordinary. I was getting a glimpse into how the “one percent” lived, and it wasn’t so different, other than having infinite money at your disposal.

And just like that, I knew that she was about to piss off at least half the men in this hall. She leaned back, crossing her legs elegantly before continuing. "Alpha, 30% of our pack consists of millionaires. For generations, we have been lenient with taxes. But now, in this crisis, we need to adjust. If we impose a higher tax on the wealthiest members—the millionaires and billionaires—we can support our soldiers and medical staff without burdening the common people. If we keep squeezing the lower class, resentment will grow. And resentment leads to rebellion." Gasps. Hushed whispers.

Being as ambitious as they were ruthless, they only desired the world's resources and to claim ownership over everything. Once they did, they would be sitting on mountains worth of gold, which explained why their family always stood together as their wealth and influence only grew by the day. Renee's fingers clenched as she picked up her coffee for another sip, feigning composure. While she wasn't ignorant of Tom's ambition, it still stressed her now that he openly admitted it. The global distribution of wealth has always been uneven, divided and spread among various major conglomerates and bankings across the globe, not under one person. That was why no one would really know how wealthy the

“Initially, I thought about taking over his company, just as he had taken over mine when I wasn’t around. But then… something clicked. I thought—why should this be so easy? Why can billionaires take over each other’s companies so effortlessly when they aren’t even related, when there’s no blood feud, when the law and contracts exist only to complicate things?” I paused, letting the words sink in, and continued. “That’s when Phoenix came to me. A model, a system… a company designed to protect billionaires from losing their wealth and control of their own ventures. It’s a proactive system of legal, financial, and operational safeguards, created to ensure that what happened with Benson—and what

It wasn't just a map; it was a living, breathing digital organism, showing the flow of data, power, and capital across the city. "Metro City is the heart of the global financial system," Peony continued, her gaze fixed on the display. "If we control the heart, we control the world. The 'Global Harvest' is not just about power; it is about the redistribution of destiny. The old families, the 'Next Gen' upstarts—they are all part of a dying system. A system that I will replace with something more… efficient."

But the damage was already done. The conversation soon turned to lighter topics, but every time the subject shifted, a comment about Stephanie's modest upbringing would surface. One relative recounted a story of their own family history, drawing a clear line between the wealth and refinement they cherished and the simple, hardworking life that Stephanie had known. "It is not easy to understand that not everyone is born into privilege," the relative said, his voice laced with pity and judgment. "Some people only wish to ride on the coattails of success." His words were meant to be a reminder of the stark differences between them.