Gary E Stevenson Billionaire Novels & Stories

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

“You booked an appointment with Mr. Jones, and he’s present. ”Shit. I had forgotten I had an appointment. I’m obviously and gradually losing my mind. “Oh. Let him in. Where is he?” “He’s in the waiting room. Should I let him in?” “No. I’ll be there in a minute.”I hung up. Mr. Jones was a reputable investor in the whole of Los Angeles. I couldn’t let this opportunity slip from my hand just like that. He had millions to invest since our business was going down the hill. He was known for this indifference.

He offers me a sad smiles and I furrow my eyebrows. My dad makes billions off of the most ridiculous thing ever. His father, my grandpa, started an appliance business. Like house appliances. We make everything you could think of, stoves, refrigerators, washing machines, dryers. Anything you can think of, we make. You wouldn't think that we'd be rich off of it but boy are we. That's why I'm glad Blake is taking over the company and I'm taking over the clothes company. My dad around five years ago bought out a furnishing company. We sell everything you need in a home, half of our stock goes to stores like IKEA and Sears.

He had given out three hundred thousand dollars earlier, but had the audacity to call others brain-dead. “1.5 million dollars is only about ten percent of my daily interests. What of it?” Harvey remained calm as usual. He wasn’t spending even a single dollar for the donations. Based on his wealth, if he was actually using his money, it would be spent in his interests. “Get out of here already! People who don’t have 1.5 million don’t deserve to call me ‘Master’!” “You’re embarrassing!” Harvey immediately kicked Steven out of the livestream.

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

The caption beneath read: “Victor Westbrook partners with fallen media giant, Elliot Blake, to launch NeuroGenesis Research Initiative.” Ariana’s blood turned to ice. Blake...? She whispered the name, lips trembling. Her cursor hovered over the article. And just before she could click… Her laptop screen flickered. Then went black.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

He said with a smirk. When I didn't say anything, he smiled shaking his head. "To start with Richard Stanford is a billionaire businessman dealing in shipping and cargo services. S&S that is Stanford and Stanford has the capability of reaching the most remote place on earth. And in the human world, he is called the most eligible Bachelor." He was typing something on his iPad while giving me information. "Check this out" he said passing me the iPad. It was a magazine article that was dated yesterday. His photograph was on the front as he was holding a beautiful lady in his arms, both looking at each other with love.

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.