Gary E Stevenson Billionaire Novels & Stories

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

Apparently Mr Gordon asked him if he knew the person they would be choosing for the #1 Billionaire title, they were all in this together. Mr Gordon was a 30 year old young entrepreneur, he was nominated to be among the list of Billionaires to compete, unlike Xavier who was into companies and real estate investment with stocks and shares, Mr Gordon owns about four schools all around San Francisco, and he roughly has a net worth of $200billion so he was among the entrepreneurs competing also. Mr Gordon thought of owning his company and that will cause him a lot of money to fund before he can start earning from it, and this would reduce his chances of winning, that was why he called Xavier up t

He was the man from last night—the one who nearly took me away. He stood calmly in front of a swarm of reporters, his face as stern as ever. His sharp eyes and chiseled jaw gave him an aura of power and arrogance. He spoke with authority, every syllable drawing me in, my eyes glued to his striking face. Adrian Foster—the CEO of the Foster Group. Possessing unimaginable wealth and a mysterious identity. His net worth was estimated at over 500 billion dollars. No one could calculate his true fortune—it was simply too vast, spanning nearly the entire universe.

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.

“Because you’re not for sale. Which is exactly why I want to buy your time.” The audacity. The arrogance. The gall. Lena leaned forward, her eyes flashing. “Let me make something clear, Mr. Blackthorne. I’m not some charity case or plaything for bored billionaires. I have a job. A life. A brother to support. I don’t need your money or your pity.” “I’m not offering pity. I’m offering a job. Ten thousand a week.” Her jaw dropped slightly. He said it so casually, like it was pocket change.

She herself was like Layla once she was from a poor Village in Namibia and just a chance encounter with a billionaire she is now married to him staying in a multi billion dollar property life was really something. Linda quickly brought in their snacks and walked so not to disturb them. " Here are the snacks feel free to help yourself, I just want to eat something quickly before we start our session" Melody explained to her. " No feel comfortable I do not mind at all. I heard your husband saying you also studied medicine but you never practiced would you mind sharing why." Melody laughed a little. " Giovanni is a possessive man who does not want to share with anyone, in medicine you work fo

“But not to watch your show.” Vivian’s smile faltered. “I will have company.” With my rich boyfriend.” She laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the corridor. “Rich? Boyfriend?” “He is a significant business executive in New York. Heir to a substantial fortune,” I continued to lie, feeling my stomach turn. I needed her to feel a minimum of doubt. “Really?” The lines on her face drew into pure incredulity. “I am anxious to meet him.” For a moment, Vivian stood still, frozen in front of me. She was trying to assimilate the idea that I could have something of value. Then, she turned her feet and walked away, taking the news to the campus.

another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company, Now you all tell me if its right for me to give it up after everything I habe done so far" as Mr madison finished his speech, The people I'm the room exchanged looks, they all seemed to feel sorry for him, He like the looks on their faces, exc

Watching her now I tried to imagine her being taken, being subjected to the atrocities her father had described, that too made me want to murder the bastard all over again. My phone vibrated on my desk and I snatched it up to answer, it was barley five in the morning and I didn't want her getting up yet she needed her rest. "Thorpe." "Uh boss there's some kid down here says he's Starks' son and he needs to talk to you." "Are you shitting me, did we know he had one of those?" "Nope, completely off the radar."