Instant Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

She thought that the worst was over but then, her phone once again produced a beep sound, a notification that someone sent her a message. She grudgingly walked back to her chair to pick up her phone. 'How unfilial of you! Your father would be sent out of the city! And aren't you smart? Just how does that smarty brain of yours work? You'll get a hold of the city's renowned billionaire! What's so bad about that?! I'm actually giving you a perfect road to the top!' She can't help but sigh after reading her father's message. This old guy is really the main trigger of a massive migraine.

His voice was filled with a sense of relief. Curiosity sparked in Eleanor's eyes as she could not help but wonder. "Just how wealthy are you?" she asked, a faint smile playing on her lips. Damien shrugged casually, not giving too much importance to the question. "A few billions, maybe trillions, I don't know. Why do you ask?" Eleanor's eyes widened for a moment, her mind struggling to comprehend such vast wealth. "No reason," she replied, shifting her gaze back to the passing landscape. "Just curious."

Bella squeezed the drive in her hand. "You think this will finally take him down?" "No," Elodie said. "You will. But this will be the dagger you drive." --- The next morning, Clara rushed in with wide eyes. "Bella - we've got a leak." Bella's stomach dropped. "What now?" Clara held up her phone. It was a screenshot. Of Bella's ultrasound. Posted. Shared. Viral. The caption read: > The Billion-Dollar Bump: Is Bella Monetizing Motherhood?

A name that rose throughout the entire city of Cape Town and South Africa like a mantra that was repeated after every three seconds. He was the CEO of Parker’s Enterprises and a well-known billionaire across the world with his multibillionaire company based in Cape Town. The 32-year-old ran Cape Town by storm. His name was feared in the streets and in the business industry and no one dared to cross him. He was like a god that everyone wanted to worship. He had everything money could buy; fancy cars, a huge mansion, a multibillionaire company, private jets, ships, and he changed girls like his suits. Nonetheless, all that meant nothing when all he came back to was an empty house.

"Excuse me, what name is on Miss Chloe's card?" The clerk smiled at Chloe. "The cardholder's name is Arabella, Miss Arabella." Arabella let out a soft laugh and slowly asked, "How much is left on the card? Please check for me." The clerk respectfully stared at the computer screen. "Miss Arabella, one billion, fifty million and sixty thousand pounds." Chloe turned pale, then red, unable to speak for a time. Arabella looked at her face and smiled slightly. She had never been the type to flaunt her status. Their reactions brought her immense satisfaction.

So as I am fidgeting at the back trying to see if my attempt can go unnoticed, I hear as Damian carries on speaking to Grant, he places the phone on speaker so that Sophia can get her own wicked pleasure in listening to it as well. "What do you want," I hear Grant as he is clearly shaken up coming from the other end. "Money, what else?" Damian growls at him from deep in his chest. I think this is the only time that he will ever to be able to act like a man, a fucking dead man, as soon as I get loose here. "How much do you want?" And I know that he is now going to come to some ridiculous amount that I know that Grant won't have. "Thirty-eight million."

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

I take a step back and look at the person, the mountain of muscles looking at me. “It’s, okay?” The stranger asks me. “Yes, you’re just very muscular,” I said normally, with my best way. “Sorry,” he said smiling. He has a wonderful smile, with a dimple on his right cheek. “It’s not a big deal.” “Why did you rush at me?” “I wanted to get away from an old man who was stuck to me.” “Oh, I see! Okay. Are you staying with me for a while?” “Like you want.”

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.