Romans & histoires I Am A Billionaire

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

“Well your father was in a great debt and he came to me for help, he sold half of this company to me. For the past nine years, he has been paying me annually. I haven’t received any payment for two years now and I don’t play with my money.” What the actual fuck? For nine years? Why and how could he do that without letting me know? What nonsense is this? “How much have you been receiving?” It’s a question I have to ask. “I have been receiving fifty billion dollars.” “WHAT?! You are just a fucking bloody bastard.” “Don’t call me names. I didn’t ask him to come to me. I was helping a friend out. That’s all.” “You call that help? Fifty billion dollars fucking annually, HELP!”

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

"I saw your profile. It tells me that you're a... what did you call it? 'Professionally successful gentleman.'" I laughed. "That's one way to put it. I'm in tech, real estate, and about twelve other things that bore me on alternating Tuesdays." "That's vague." "I prefer 'mysterious.'" "I prefer 'honest.'" The words came out sharper than she probably intended because her eyes widened slightly, like she'd surprised herself. I leaned back in my chair and smiled. There she was. The fire I'd sensed in her profile. "Fair enough," I said. "I'm a billionaire. I own a conglomerate. I'm thirty years old, never been married, and most people find me intimidating within the first ninety seconds of meetin

Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

I put the thought away and decided to go straight to the point. “I'm a billionaire heiress? " I asked with tears stinging my eyes, fighting to break through my eyelids. “Multi billionaire." He corrected me with a smile and at that moment, I couldn't hold back the tears of joy.

Another text: *Next time, you’ll be inside. He called Jake. “Take them to the safe house. Now.” --- Past Adriana watched the news from her balcony, champagne in hand. Leon’s face dominated the screen—*“Billionaire CEO Accused of Fraud!”* Richard had delivered. The board was in chaos, investors fleeing. Leon’s net worth plummeted. She dialed him. “Still think you can ignore me?” “What do you want?” Leon hissed. “Everything,” she said. --- **Present**

She forced a smile on her face. He chuckled under his throat and responded, “Perhaps. But you know, while I appreciate the material benefits that come with my wealth, my status and my power, I am driven by a desire to make a positive impact on the world. I am more than just a billionaire playboy. I am a businessman, a philanthropist, and a person who values honesty, integrity, and hard work.”

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add. "But I hope he's staying long as our professor and not just here for a project or something."