I Am A Billionaire Novels & Stories

“I haven’t held a golf club in my life.” “Tennis?” “Nope.” “But you can swim?” “Yes.” “So why didn’t you buy a house that has a swimming pool? You’re a billionaire, you can do it?” “Am I a billionaire? Well, I have a few hundred millions in different banks here and abroad. And I have some businesses and properties which if you liquidate would run to a few hundred millions, too. Yes, my net worth is more than a billion pesos, so yes, I am a billionaire. But not all billionaires want a mansion or a palace or a castle. Or a swimming pool. I don’t even have a bath tub.” He chuckled. “Besides, those money, my mother just gave it to me.”

His company is one of the greatest companies in the city, and also very popular, because of how trusty and reliable they are. Edward wore normal simple clothes, which were black shorts, and a white shirt that hugged his perfect figure properly. His chest is huge, because of the six-pack which he has. Edward's lips were pink like that of a newly born baby, which is very eye-catching. When I met him alone on the street, I couldn't realize that he was a famous billionaire because I have never had an interest in him, since all I want in my life is to hold my own production company, without the help of my parents.

“Sweetheart, I am sure you have seen my home and the things I own. But now you would have surely come to know that I am leading the lifestyle which is not ordinary” I nod and joke “You must be a billionaire to afford all this” “Good. You are smart. I am indeed a billionaire and have more wealth than three generations of my progeny could spend” he says casually. I was dumbstruck. I knew that he was rich, I probably thought that he had a few million to his name, but billions! And he says he has enough money that he could never spend in this lifetime. My head was spinning. I didn’t even know how many zeroes were present in a billion. I could not even wrap my head around how rich he was.

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.

"He identifies the woman in the picture as Maya Everett and introduces the woman standing before me as her mother, Julian Everett." My jaw drops in disbelief as I gaze at Julian, struggling to reconcile the fact that she's a member of the affluent Everett family, known for their inherited wealth, albeit not listed on the Alessio billionaire list due to their mixed heritage. I'm still struggling to wrap my head around the uncanny resemblance between Maya Everett and me. This revelation is the most astonishing news I've ever received. I can't help but wonder if this means I'm destined for greatness. If resembling a billionaire means I'll someday join their ranks.

She surely won't worry about money at all. “Nathan, I know I have given you a hard time about your actions in the past, but I want you to know that I'm so proud of you. You're successful and you managed to achieve a lot at such a young age. I know I can trust you and I can leave this enterprise for you while knowing it will be in good hands. You now own three-quarters of this company. Excel at being the CEO, write your name in history. I have also given you a billion dollars. I'm sure you'll make them three of four billion dollars by the time you're fifty.” I've always been called a billionaire, given the fact that the enterprise sooner or later would be mine. Now, I'm officially a billionai

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."

I became a millionaire at eighteen, after selling an app that helped people find cars in their price range, and by thirty I was a billionaire after developing longer-lasting consumer grade and cell phone batteries that are now sold basically everywhere. It comes with the territory. Being a billionaire-playboy-genius-inventor means you’re constantly having to stave off people trying to take what you’ve earned. And that’s fine. I can get down in the dirt with the best of them, but tonight, all I wanted was a decent, honest interview process for my new chef. Fuck me, right?

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.