F-rank Fortune Hunter Novels & Stories

“You’ve heard of him.” Rupert scoffed lightly. “More than that. The Broker isn’t just another syndicate leader. He’s a phantom. No one knows what he looks like, no one knows his real name, but everyone knows that when he sets his sights on something, it never ends well.” He paused, his eyes flashing with killing intent. “He's been a constant thorn in our business. I'm suspecting that Mandy reached out to this man. She might be the one behind the bombing on your wedding." Rupert's eyes darkened, his jaw clenching tightly.

By midmorning, the penthouse thrummed with purpose. No more quiet conversations. No more whispered doubts. This was war. And the first move would be theirs. Anya stood at the head of the long table—documents spread wide, her gaze clear. Dimitri moved beside her, phone in one hand, voice calm but iron beneath: “Every ally. Every resource. We use them all.” Lena clicked through a series of files. “We target the old money first. Bank ties. Business fronts. Every false shield they’ve built.”

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

“Yeah.” “And you?” I asked, trying to shift the focus off of me. He smirked, though it was brief, and when he spoke again, it was with a certain cold confidence. “I’m Nicholas Romanov Fortune. The heir to Fortune Enterprises.” The name struck something in my memory, but I couldn’t place it. I kept my face neutral, unwilling to let on that it meant anything to me. “I have a younger brother, Ken. My parents are out of the country right now,” he added, and then fell silent.

Best wishes from a good karma hunter xxx Riiiiight. Where’s the catch? I read it a few times again before realizing there was no catch. I’ve learnt over the years to be careful of every pretty face. There have been some close calls. My status and wealth attract fame and fortune hunters. Anyone I ask on a date are quietly vetted beforehand to avoid any media disasters that could impact the value of the company’s shares. This woman whoever she is, has left no name and no number for any sort of reward. She was here in my penthouse, she would’ve worked out quite quickly that I had money, and only had to do a quick search of my wallet to find my details, then a quick internet search to wo

While lingering in one city, I happened to glance up at a massive LED screen playing financial news: [A Business Prodigy Appears Out of Nowhere—Fennrick Thorne! My steps froze and my body turned to stone. The report described how Fennrick had appeared half a year ago, shaking the entire business world to its core. Now he held billions in assets, controlling multiple key industries. Economies flourished under his influence. Entire sectors transformed under his hand. Beyond the achievements, the report detailed his cold, ruthless nature. There were countless stories of unscrupulous businesses being crushed under his power. In the final interview clip, the reporter asked what kind of people he

From then I became alert and I decided to lay a trap of my own. I still have less information and in need of proof, but I have managed to find my motive. Frank Turner was the richest man not only in this country but his name was well known in the world. He managed to build himself an empire and that comes with a lot of enemies. I have managed to put a list of those who would benefit the most and managed to get three names on the top of my list. Frank’s opposition benefited a lot after Frank died, Frank’s lawyer Tino didn’t have the fortune he has now and moved into a mansion two years after their death, and lastly, Frank’s partner and best friend took over Turner Corp. He might not be obviou

His question was directed at her, but his eyes were on Frank. “Florence?” Frank scoffed in surprise and amusement. Ruth immediately stepped in before he'd say anything stupid. She gave Felix a tight, embarrassed smile. “Felix. Hi..." She then glared at Frank. "It’s just a nuisance. This man has been harassing me. Begging for money.” Frank, seeing Felix, another well-dressed man who seemed to be an ally of Ruth’s, sneered. “Oh, so this is the source of your fancy car and apartment?”

When can he finally stake his claim and say angel you’re mine. Nicholai Alexander Frankford is one of the most eligible bachelors, CEO of a multi-billion corporation and one of the most powerful men in the country. At the age of 28 he manages his family's hotels all over the world. He also co-owns most of the night clubs with his best friends in New York. He is a notorious playboy, a devil in disguise. Women do everything to catch his attention, to marry to his family's wealth, too bad he is only interested in a quick fuck. He shows no emotions towards anyone. After Amanda no one was able to break through the wall he built around his heart.

"Baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry! I messed up!" Rachel’s eyes filled with crocodile tears as she shoved him away. "I’m telling my dad. I’ll make sure you can’t survive in this city. Every major company here belongs to the Carter Group. Let’s see who dares hire you then." Adrian paled, trembling, stammering with panic. He glanced around desperately, and then his eyes landed on me like I was his lifeline.