Im A Quadrillionaire Novels & Stories

“...We genuinely thought the whole billionaire heiress thing was American media shite.” I rolled my eyes, leaned over to my tablet, tapped a few things, then spun it toward them. “That’s jest my personal account. Nae countin’ stocks, properties, or my companies.” Callum leaned in, squinting....then straight up sputtered. “Is that two point eight fuckin’ billion?!”

I whisper to myself, frowning deeply and baking away slowly. “Maybe one trillion is too small, ten trillion should do it.” “I don’t have that amount of money.” “Ah, unfortunately, we all thought if you had the courage to pay a fat bastard to fuck a woman, sexually and physically assault her and deprive her of her privacy, you should be able to pay just ten trillion dollars.” … … … “What?” I ask weakly, taking long steps backwards, my hands are trembling and I can feel sweat trickling down the back of my ears. “What did you say I did?”

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” Lena snorted. “I’m guessing someone rich, powerful, and incredibly used to hearing the word yes.” “Rafael Blackthorne.” Her hand paused mid-air. The name was familiar. The tabloids. The real estate empire. The luxury clubs. The model girlfriends. The lawsuits. She glanced at him again—yep. It tracked. “Cool,” she said, unfazed. “Still going to need you to pay in cash if your card has more scandals than credit.”

"I'm not signing anything that gives either company the right to make decisions on my behalf." "Agreed," Ryan replied through the screen. Ethan nodded. "Agreed." She looked at him. "You haven't even read the clause I'm referring to." "I read it last night." "And?" "It's reasonable." Mia narrowed her eyes. "You're agreeing with everything I say." "No." Ethan leaned forward. "I'm agreeing with you when you're right." Ryan chuckled through the screen. "That's a dangerous habit for a billionaire." Ethan gave him a cold look.

No loose, soft skin anywhere. I don’t understand a thing he just said, but I nod. Because I want this to be over. I feel suffocated. I want to go home. “And for the record, doll face, I have a combined net worth of eighty billion dollars. Five hundred thousand dollars is chicken change. I find it genuinely insulting that you think it would render me broke.” Eighty billion dollars? A tiny gasp slips past my lips. I can imagine how much work he put into hiding that much wealth for over ten years. I am grudgingly impressed.

I said to the new cook mom employed for me. I'm not interested in cooks who can't meet my expectations. I am expecting something unusual and something I've never tasted before. I'm tired of the same old way of cooking and preparation besides this one is too stupid. I asked her to prepare a simple coffee, with no sugar. She added a mountain of sugar. How am I supposed to take that? She's clumsy and to top it all she's ugly and that's a big problem for me. My name is Drake John Sunders. I'm Twenty-eight and a very successful multi billionaire. At a young age, I'm the richest person at my age. I know a lot about business and I make my money from the numerous businesses I have.

As he thought of that, he slapped his mouth hard and cursed at himself, “You fool! You’re such a fool!” However, no one paid attention to his self-harm. Everyone was focused on the auction, eager to get the pill. No one was intimidated by the six point eight billion US dollars at all. A wealthy man from the United States instructed his subordinate to raise a hand. Sitting motionlessly, he said, “I offer seven billion!” He was a forty-year-old American, a renowned internet entrepreneur from Silicon Valley named Todd. Todd’s company went public and was listed on Nasdaq a few years ago. Now, its market capitalization surpassed hundreds of billions of US dollars.

Hadrian sell the mansion he had when he's still single and bought a new one costing more than 17 billion dollar which lead him to be the only guy in the UAE to own a billion dollar worth of mansion without calculating every single things inside it. Years had passed and time flies so fast. After more than 5 years living as a husband and wife they finally had their first baby, Skye Decimus Aurellian Forbes. A cute little toddler that's adored and loved by millions of people all over the world. He islike the baby version of his mom. A superstar child and heir of all his parent's wealth. He's been also introduce and widely known as one of the riches kid in the world.

I hate my own name. At first, I thought of leaving the inheritance money to them and only taking a little to take care of my and my mother's difficult life. However, they treated me badly, especially my father, he was a greedy old man. I have decided, I will take all this trillions fortune, become a powerful rich woman, cure my mother's illness and live a happy and leisurely life. I don't need to be kind to people who don't even take me seriously. ... At Joan's mansion...

I would rather die first than see her get hurt. At twenty-eight, I am a proud billionaire because I have earned every single cent of everything I have. I have hundreds of plots with construction underway and hundreds of completed rentals. I have invested millions in a bank, and I am now the top shareholder in both the water and power companies. My daughter has remained my consolation in times of despair over the years, and I haven't given women any room in my heart until recently.