Im A Quadrillionaire Novels & Stories

Alex grunted. If his snobbish mother-in-law knew now that he had ten billion dollars in the bank and a trillion dollars empire, how would she feel? However, he decided it was not the right time to reveal it to her. In time, he would let her know of his newfound wealth and influence!

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?

"Yes, Haekyo oppa is having business with Uncle Lee." "I told you to call him father, you will soon be my wife." Im Hana looked hostilely at Haekyo while pouting her lips in annoyance. After all now she is not officially married to Lee Haekyo, so she sometimes hesitates to call Mr. Lee father or claim to be a prospective daughter-in-law of Mr. Lee, it seems he looks like showing off that soon he will become a princess for the crown prince of Lee Corp. .

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.

After we were done laughing, he smiled and told me. Ok, I might have over exaggerated, I am just the second most richest in Washington, while Vincent is the richest in America, that guy is a freaking multi billionaire, but he is never satisfied, and I guess that’s his charm, he keeps pushing and I wouldn’t doubt that he could be a trillionaire someday. He said sincerely and I smiled. Yeah, that’s must be the reason why he wants to kill me with work then, or is there any other reason why he is being an ass? I asked in a whisper, and he smiled broadly at me.

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

I could swear she was lying. “ Who isn’t? I am a billionaire; my inheritance never stops growing," I announced proudly, puffing out my chest. She seemed somewhat mocking, but didn’t show anything. “ Still, not all the money in the world has made any woman stay by my side with this face," I thought victoriously, knowing she wouldn't be able to endure it.

He was an echelon of wealth she had never even imagined. "Why haven't you secured the crown of opulence, eclipsing even the financial eminence of the illustrious Elon Musk, accumulating a staggering wealth that stands at almost four times his own substantial fortune?" His hearty chuckle reverberates through the surroundings, an audible echo of his mirth dancing upon the airwaves. With an air of mysterious charm, he speaks, "Let's just say that due to our unique identity, we prefer to lead a discreet existence, ensuring that humans do not intrude into our personal lives. To the external world, my net worth appears as trivial as a mere 70 billion dollars."

Then he laughed and shook his head. " You're so naive, you know?", he said to me, " you think I just sit here making millions of dollars for this company and use none of it for myself?", he asked. " You call buying a mansion, using some money for yourself? You're lavishing dad's wealth!", I yelled at him.