روايات وقصص ضمن I Am A Billionaire

Is that why everyone was looking at him like that? "Yes dad," "What? Where did you get that kind of money?" His dad asked again coming towards us. "Are you forgetting that last year I created that app that is being used by over a billion people all over the world?" "Wait your app is being used by a billion people? But before the war it was barely even a thousand!" "Yes but unlike you guys, I have people working for me and they've been running it and depositing the profit in my bank accounts. I'm already trending on top ten self made youngest billionaires in the world!"

Xander I'm early. I always am. In business it has proven to give me the edge. It’s one of the reasons I hold multiple investments and businesses and the reason I’m a billionaire at twenty-seven. I'm never flustered because I am always prepared. I wasn’t born into money. Everything I have, I've worked damn hard for, that’s why now, I play as hard as I work. I've earned it.

Yeah, she should be. If she is not on the pill, damn, you are in one big trouble. My subconscious mocked. I exhaled as I rubbed my forehead with my palm in distress and then got dressed for work. I own one of the largest publishing companies in New York and about two clubs, in which Neon lights is one of the two. Being a twenty seven years old billionaire, well self made billionaire has its perks. Like being on the tabloids and invited for interviews. But sometimes those perks are annoying and always so damn fraustrating.

Wow I am friends with a billionaire. "It is not hard to accumulate money when your as old as I am, I have lost more money than I have now and gained it all back." "How did you get it all? If you don't mind me asking?" "Just through opening business's and research and then investments." "Do you own any business's I know of?" "I own a few you might of heard of such as spark airways and mugs coffee shop." My jaw drops, that is the biggest airline in the world and one of the biggest chain of coffee shops in the world.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

Nothing tacky and nothing excessive. Well… maybe a little excessive. But it was my birthday, so who cared? Twenty-five. Some people panic at that number. I don’t. I’m filthy rich, heir to Villaflor Empires, owner of Villaflor Industries, self-made billionaire. Food productions, telecommunications, even businesses that practically print money. Life has been generous. Still, birthdays have a strange way of making even the most confident man reflective.

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.

"Brought my grandson home? Cute. But Alex isn't yours alone. I have custody papers faked, but ironclad. Sign the empire back, or lose him." Ethan's blood boiled, but he kept cool. "Fuck you. Try it." He hung up, and with Noah's nod, they geared up lawyers on speed dial, feds alerted. Yet, Richard struck fast: Paparazzi swarmed the building, headlines screaming *Billionaire's Secret Love Child! Gay Fiancé Steals Family?*