Hidden Rich Man Novels & Stories

” Blake returned the receiver and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. The years of hard work, the sleepless nights, the countless meetings, were all culminating in his growth. He was so happy that he could build his own personal wealth along with making money for the family. He raised his hand to check for the time on his Rolex Daytona yellow gold wristwatch. It was still forty-two minutes before the closing hour. He turned to one of the two laptops opened on his desk and opened his email box to read the mail.

She asked and I nodded. “What is his net worth?” She asked, sitting back on the couch. “I doubt that Forbes is right. This man is fucking rich. He has hidden gems in all parts of the world. Are you seeing the numbers on the screen?” I asked. I was still shocked. “Doesn't this mean that he is powerful?” She asked. “Yes, he is.” “And he is the man that Chloe has been staying with?” She raised her brows with anger this time. “Yeah, with Chloe.”

Several days passed... A man entered a large room with golden-white hues and luxurious furniture, dominated by white and golden-yellow colors. He stopped near the table, facing the woman sipping tea. "Robbie, what have you got?" the woman asked. "This time I bring important information, Ma'am," the man replied, handing over a document. "Your husband transferred a huge amount of funds to his trustee's account, Tommy. And from Tommy, the money was transferred to several accounts until it reached one named Maelie Luisa Romanov," he continued as he watched the woman open the document.

Gifts worth more than thousands of dollars. With the power of just one person, Felicity’s lifeline which had been trampled, was restored immediately. Quera was a little dumbfounded at this sight of this. What? This Ordinary Man was really rich? He also had fifteen thousand dollars? “Damn it! He must have stolen money from his house!” “How can he be that rich? Isn’t he a fake local tycoon?” “Yes! He must have stolen this money! Brother Champion is the real local tycoon!”

Philip followed Patrick to the VIP room and took a seat on the cozy sofa while Patrick made him tea. Patrick was still astonished by Philip’s young age. He was a big customer with a balance of a hundred billion after all! The richest man in the country had a net worth of only slightly more than a hundred billion. However, that included the assets of the man’s company. As for Philip, he had a hundred billion in personal savings! It was simply too inconceivable! ‘For him to be so wealthy, he has to be the offspring of a hidden family.’ “Mr. Clarke is so young and talented. I wasn’t expecting you to be so rich. It’s really unexpected,” Patrick said.

I found a taxi standing beside me, which I earlier didn't noticed was standing at the sides. "Rock N Roll Club" Hastily sitting inside, I gave the directions. The nice cool areated environment inside was soothing. Lingering on the seat, I picked up a newspaper to read on the way. "Tristan Jael the richest billionaire businessman in the town married to a Rustic Girl" The headline was so much dramatically, I was shocked to find my husband featuring on the front page. More astonishing was the fact that he was connoted as a businessman. Don't all people know what kind of person he is? What type of business is being done with revolvers and weapons. I sighed.

"I am glad you remember I am the Don and also the owner of this company. Less I forget, this company is a corporation, an investment company not a mafia company. With or without the mafia business backing this company, it would be the same. Who ever I employ to work for me is my business to take care of care of and I know how to handle what under my control, Mr dickhead. Now I hope I have given you the reply, you may take fucking sit. " I saw his jaw harden as he didn't get what he was looking for with what he had said. He sat down angrily and avoided contact with me. " Well that new, young blood. I did want to see who this lady is, the one who captured your heart and you interested in her."

I feel like I'm in hell with these people. “Your daughter is wonderful, Mrs. Alexander. In my hands, Serena will never go hungry. It feels completely inappropriate for me, a civilian, to mention the business octopus that is currently under my control. I am Leopold Richer. The name repeatedly fills the top list of businessmen in Forbes magazine as one of the richest people in Europe. You can check it out for yourself,” he explained in an assertive tone that managed to leave everyone speechless. I smiled proudly and returned Leopold's handshake tightly. My lips grinned as I noticed Aunt Mary's red face. She must have planned to embarrass Leopold in front of everyone, but she fell into her own

"Sir, but they have no money. You saw it yourself, didn't you? They only have $4000 in their pockets. That's why I threw them out of the store. I felt what I did was right. Poor people like them are likely to steal." "Poor people? You said they were poor?" repeated Leuwis, raising his voice. "For your information, the man you call a pauper is the richest man in New York. He made the largest investment in the 'Black Rose'. If I hadn't come quickly, my boss would have fired me." What? The richest man in New York? Nora's mouth fell open. She really couldn't believe what she had just heard. How could such a wealthy person bring only $4000 to an expensive jewelry store?

I explain. Garret frowns and shakes his head. “It’s always the perfect families…” he says softly. As if she spoke from experience. “Rich people hide behind their money and riches. It’s behind closed doors. That’s where all the secrets lay.” I say. He nods. “Always. Remember I’m from the Vanderbilts. My uncle and aunt have a tone of skeletons in that closet…” he shrugs his shoulders. Speaking to someone who understands is refreshing. ========= One week later