Im A Quadrillionaire Novels & Stories

I dare not", Liam replied wondering why she was asking weird questions. The door opened and two men in black tuxedos entered followed by a man that looked like he was in his early twenties , he had a shoulder long white hair. His body was adorned with tattoos and his face was void of any expression. Liam bowed immediately he saw him. "Liam, is he your boss?", Jenna asked confused. "You don't think I'm his boss?", Kai asked. "You look like you're twenty one", Jenna replied. Kai grabbed a chair and sat next to Jenna. "It's cute that you think I'm twenty one. But, I'm actually four years older than you are. I'm thirty six." Kai said. "In that case.... "Jenna said as she moved closer to him an

A look of surprise flashed before his eyes, and when he spoke next, his voice sounded intrigued. “Do you think half a million would in anyway affect my finances little girl? I own a multi billion dollar enterprise, the richest company in the country. Half a million is chicken change.” I nodded, not fully understanding what he had just said. I knew he was very rich, because I had heard a lot about him, but I did not know anyone could be that rich. I and my stepfather had lived in abject poverty, and our poverty had only gotten worse as his gambling addiction grew. How could I pay back such a huge sum of money in ten life times, let alone understand what it meant to be as rich as The billionai

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.

Commencing Startup Protocols… His heart pounded. This had to be a prank. A virus. Something. “System?” he whispered, voice shaking. ✅ Installation Complete. Welcome to the Trillionaire System, Ethan Reyes. You are now the designated host of the world’s most advanced wealth-generation A.I. Mission: Become the richest man in your country. Time limit: None. Support: Unlimited. “Wait, what?” Ethan sat upright. Rewarding host with starter package… 💵 $10,000,000.00 deposited to temporary account.

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

Marie’s POV Yawn. The sunlight streaming into the room reminded me of my new life. Who would have thought that I, the poor girl from yesterday, would wake up in a room like this, in a mansion like this, with $100k in my account? Honestly, if someone had told me this was going to be my life, I would have laughed in their face. Me? In a billionaire's mansion? With personal staff at my beck and call? I would have asked the person what kind of joke they were playing.

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

We hit the highway and I tell him which exit to take before quickly apologizing for my poor joke because, genuinely, I don't know him well enough to be talking about my dick. "Sorry for my terrible sense of humor. I don't get to just cut loose too often. It's like I totally lose all my manners and my filter when I'm with these guys." “You mean there are more down-to-earth, millionaires like you?” he asks before pausing abruptly. “Wait, we’re not hanging out on someone’s yacht, are we?” I can't stop my laughter and I definitely don't correct him despite my net worth of two-point-four billion dollars. My wealth is only worth it around River so that I can purchase whatever he wants, but somethi

"Who are you?" "We’re the people your fiancé owes money to," he said as he pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "Brian borrowed two hundred thousand dollars in your name yesterday morning. Secured against your personal assets and your bank accounts. Since he’s nowhere to be found, the debt falls to you." I stiffened.

He laughs. "Actually, it's not even going to make a dent in my bank account. Gale, I'm a billionaire. So, that's the bet. You win, I pay off your loan. But if I win, you go on a date with me." He says. I can imagine him with a smug look on his face. I do need the money. It might take my mind off to the tragedy happened to my sister. If I do this bet, it gives me something else to think about, other than her.