F-rank Fortune Hunter Novels & Stories

She looked at Frank and asked, “Are you for real? But haven’t you always stayed in hotels? When did you buy houses?” Frank looked at June and decided to ‘confess’, “Actually I am not some runoff boy from the street.” “What do you mean?” “I have a small fortune of my own. I did not want to reveal it to you because I wanted to see if you could still love me even if I had nothing. I know that nowadays everyone is looking for rich and powerful partners, but for you, you are different.” “Although your mom scorned me, you have never looked down on me, and for that, I can finally let you into my inner circle.”

The prescription would cost at least forty. Got it. How was the calc test? Aced it! MIT here I come! Claire smiled despite her exhaustion. Clara was going to MIT. No matter what it took. That night, lying in the bed she shared with Clara, Claire pulled out Damian Cole's business card. She'd looked him up during break. Thirty-two. Self-made billionaire. Photos showed him at galas with beautiful women, always perfect, always untouchable. And she'd dumped coffee on him. Clara peered over her shoulder. "Who's that?"

I said, recognizing the location instantly. “We know who’s helping you,” Shaw continued. “We know where they sleep, where they eat, where they hide their children. You think you're the only ones with secrets?” I clenched my fists, voice shaking with rage. “If you hurt them—” “You’ll do what?” he interrupted, still calm. “Hack into our servers? Expose something no one will believe? Leak it to a public that’s already addicted to our products? Let me remind you… FRGR built its empire on truth wrapped in beauty. People want the illusion.”

She typed his name into the search engine, dread coiling in her stomach even as a perverse fascination took hold. The results flooded the screen, an avalanche of information, images, and headlines. He was everywhere. Business journals, finance news, society pages. His face, omnipresent and impossibly perfect, stared back at her from every angle. He was even more striking in these professional shots – sharp, piercing eyes, a jawline that could cut glass, dark hair swept back with an effortless grace. The articles detailed his meteoric rise, his ruthless business acumen, the sheer scale of Frost Enterprises, a global empire spanning industries. Billions. He was worth billions.

I hadn’t intended to go, but Jane said it might be worth seeing his final downfall, like closing the chapter on the misfortune he once brought into my life. Through the glass of the visitation room, I saw Hugh again. He was dressed in a prison jumpsuit, his hair dirty and disheveled. Due to the backlash from his own misfortune, his once-handsome face was covered with red, unhealing pustules, giving him a terrifying, almost grotesque appearance. The moment he saw me, he lunged toward the glass, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me. “Edward… why? How did you beat me?” He ground his teeth as he said, “I was the one who was supposed to be favored! The Heavens were on my side!”

" Fredo's eyes flashed with viciousness and defiance, as he was clearly upset that he had failed his task today. "Hmph. If push comes to shove, we'll just have to send out Blackrank assassins!" Carlo gritted his teeth just then while chuckling darkly. "That stupid commissioner keeps saying that Frank Lawrence is strong, but can he beat a Blackrank assassin? Hell, we'll just have to hire five if we have to! I really doubt that we can't stop him then!" At the same time, Fredo was leaving when his phone started ringing. Soon after he answered, he was smiling gleefully.

I was the biological daughter of the Moretti family, stolen and deliberately switched at birth. When they finally brought me home, everyone believed I had come for their money and power. No one said it more often than Bianca, the daughter they had raised in my place. She said poor people knew better than anyone how to look helpless, and how to trick the rich out of everything they owned. For three years, I tried to prove her wrong. I kept the surname Vale. I stayed away from Moretti Holdings. I refused every expensive gift they offered me. Then my father announced that the family was facing a liquidity crisis. Several core accounts had been frozen, and three of their transport routes had bee

Shameful, this is shameful. In the first place, how do I fight such a man? I don't even know his name...Alex felt agitated. Wait, why am I even wasting my time with fortune? I can't be with her so why am I doing this in the first place? Alex was confused as he drove at a high speed. Back in the hospital, Zack sat comfortably in a position where he could clearly see fortune. At exactly 7 am , fortune slowly opened her eyes and saw a man seated comfortably not far from her bed..She looked again and was stunned "Z-Zack, is that you?" Fortune said in a low but audible voice. Zack immediately opened his eyes and met fortunes gaze, he smiled and looked at her lovingly.."zack, how did you get here

But they don’t know that you are alive and it is end of the road for the murderer. Doctor Bernard raised his gaze, scowled his face and replied, “Kate, her name is Kate Luis, one of Fanny’s daughters, a dead end just begun,” he threatened through gritted teeth. The middle-aged man was left gaping at him. *** Frank was relaxed to his bottle of beer and cigar when Kate walked in and placed the paycheck for 400 million dollars on the desk. “Wow, what is this for?” Frank queried and took the paycheck, “This is so much money if you ask me.”

she continued, “You may have recommended my name to your team for that purpose, but I went through a gruelling round of interviews. This showed me that you hadn’t pressurized anyone into hiring me, which meant there wasn’t any deviousness involved on your part. That’s why I accepted the job. I will not, however, be used as a sacrificial lamb in this battle you obviously have on going with my sister and Keya, since God only knows when.” He arched a brow. “I think I won the battle the second you realized my intentions and still decided to come here.” She leveled him with a look. “This is not a contest, Rodrigo. I don’t know what your problem is with them, and frankly, I don’t quite care at thi