Insta Billionaire Story Novels & Stories

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

I knew that it was strange that he never spoke about his life before the movie but I had never thought that he was a billionaire child actor! June blamed herself. We both found it insane that he had two million followers on Instagram but we just put it down to him being cute. Lots of beautiful people were famous on social media but June insisted that she should've done a bit more digging. Especially since the girl that showed up in a few of his posts turned out to be his fiance.

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

I pinned my gaze on her and asked, “Do you always come with someone interesting?” “My question, Linden.” “My name is Gabe Linden.” “Gabe short for Gabriel?” “Yes.” “So, Gabriel. Tell me what did you find out about me.” “You have twenty million followers on I*******m. You founded Star Cosmetics and Star Activewear. You became one of the youngest self-made billionaires.” “Wow.” She didn’t look impressed with my findings. “People look at me as one of those repo kids, and you don’t?” “Self-made, Estelle.”

Isn't the tending news about fashion cup? She scroll through her phone with a broad smile. *Youngest billionaire, business tycoon is no longer a bachelor!* I stared at her in confusion... What does that have to do with me? I'm not a billionaire yet, so I don't need to know about any billionaire for now. *Youngest billionaire, Andre Knight....* Ok, hearing Andre's name caught my attention.. I drop the spatula and gave Anna a listening ear. *..... richest New Yorker finally announced his relationship status!*

she didn't expect the balance to be 100 billion dollars. she knows many people with 100 billion net worth but can't have 100 billion in their bank accounts and she little scared of how rich and powerful must Patrick's background be. she looked at Patrick a simple yet handsome young man and thought how can such a rich person be so low-key she is interested in Patrick. "a 100 billion," she said in a trembling voice. Patrick smiled nodded his head took out another bank card and asked her to transfer 10 billion to this card from black gold card because if he uses his black gold card everywhere he can attract a lot of attention he don't want that because he want to keep a low profile for some mor

he sighed and then he stood up, he put all of our plates at the sink, “then the business boomed. There were celebrities who loved our food. But they were not the main factors why our fine dining restaurant got famous. It was mostly because of the influencers and vloggers who went to try our food and film it.” “That was the point where luck hit me so hard… then my grandfather retired from all of his business. One of the businesses that he gave me was the shipping company and that was the beginning of my venture into a different business, making me the youngest billionaire of this generation in Florida,” he smiled at me sincerely.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

"At first, he doesn't want all of our companies and businesses. He wants to start all on his own, you know. He doesn't want our help." He stopped talking to sip on his coffee. I don't know what to say, so I just remained standing in front of him, listening to him. "He actually did it. He became a billionaire at the age of 20. Imagine that? He was just 20 years old when he became a billionaire." He sighed as he shook his head a little. "And now that he's 22, he's learning how to run our whole empire. I'm so proud of my son." His voice broke.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?