Novel & Cerita I Became A Billionaire

But he’d earned it, every damn dollar. Born to nothing and raised in a two-bedroom apartment with a mother who worked three jobs. He started coding at thirteen and by nineteen, he’d built a start-up in his dorm room. By twenty-two, he sold it to a global tech firm for eighty million. And then he got greedy...in a smart way. Investments, real estate, patents, security software. He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

"You can leave and mingle with people for more business~~" Ads by Pubfuture "Nah, I have my way in business." He grinned at her. However, she sucked up all of her anger toward the man and mingled with Alessandro. Lots of businessmen recognize him as a young billionaire. He expanded their business after he graduated from college and became a billionaire of his own even without big support from his father. Their company nearly collapsed. Everyone knows him as a vicious businessman who bankrupted the Golden Age and grabbed it. Then take a few more exposing illegal things.

Built everything I had from the ground up, brick by brick, deal by deal, acquisition by acquisition until being a billionaire was just something I was. It wasn’t something I really put much thought to anymore. Neither did I care for the title. In fact, the first time it had genuinely satisfied me was when Amber Moon found out how rich I was—that flash of shock in her eyes. So it wasn’t a surprise that the second time would be now, staring at the expression on her face, watching her mouth open and close like she was trying to process what Monroe had just said. Eight hundred and fifty million dollars. Just under a billion.

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.”

Suddenly, my entire opinion about the man standing before me changed drastically. Usually, I tried to stay invisible, but that would be nearly impossible now that I was the fake girlfriend of a billionaire. The distance I had created only a minute earlier vanished when Miguel stepped closer and took my hand. He intertwined his fingers with mine, like a proper couple. I shivered. I looked around quickly, terrified someone might see us, and that, within minutes, a new photo would appear in the newspapers. “Let’s go inside and talk.” His voice sounded unfamiliar now. “I have a proposal for you.”

His eyes were no longer the icy blue of the trillionaire CEO I married weeks ago; they were flickering with something unreadable. "When I touched down on American soil, I had to create something that could drive me out of poverty….I couldn’t trust anyone other than my siblings because the kind of hand life had dealt us made it like that. I spent years pitching to different companies, sharing my ideas for anything they could offer. Even when they spat on me, I went back to them because I had no choice, until five years ago, I managed to snag an investor that turned my robots into my billion-dollar empire before I moved onto real estate.

After the holiday, the student council president assigns me the task of mentoring a freshman named Mona Leach. I text her to discuss the task at hand, but she ignores my messages. When she finally replies to me, her words are scathing. "I'm a freshman, but that doesn't mean you can harass me just because you're my senior. I have a boyfriend." Just as I'm wondering how she even got the idea that I'm interested in her, I see her complaining in the student council group chat. She writes, "Just because he's a senior doesn't mean he can harass a freshman. I already told him I have a boyfriend, but he keeps bothering me. I barely started my freshman year, and I have to deal with such disgusting

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!"

I thought you were known for being a cold and one-worded business mogul. “We need to sort this out right now!” Oh believe me. I know. Do you believe I haven’t thought of a plan while you were soundly sleeping like a babe? I woke up with our faces plastered on the tabloids. Of course, I will create a bullet proof plan! Bankrupt Billionaire, Iñigo Petrakis, found in the arms of the youngest self-made millionaire, Ava Marquez. I nearly blasted my head at the amount of emails I received from the reporters and my employees. I thought perhaps a congratulations would greet me because finally I shagged the elusive and man-hater Iñigo Petrakis.