Invisible Rich Man Novels & Stories

I allowed myself a few seconds, my hands stilling on the silver knit of spools in my hands as I took in the angular cut of the man’s face, the way he appeared large even while he was seated. Zavier Cross. Oil magnate, richest man in upstate New York, billionaire of the century, and the stuff of every sensible maiden’s wet dreams. Something about the jet-black fade of his wolf-cut hair made my stomach clench in a way that usually had me running for the white porcelain of the toilet. I disliked men like him, power magnets who used and discarded women as they pleased. I was not a sensible maiden. Not like my sister who was yapping on about the interview.

There's a novel I read about Wealthy greek men having somekind of secret compartment to hide some of there money or maybe a slush fund, well I came up with nothing as I scoured all the room. It was just the boredom in me speaking beside with how cynical Vitalo is, he probably has his own wealth or slush fund hidden in an off shore switzerland private bank. I put the pen on the desk with a sigh as I thought of what to do since my brain isn't responding to my work. As I stared around the house I noticed that there were quite a few expensive paintings in the house giving it a luxurious look. The whole house looked like it dropped out of a novel and still yet it seems like a museum. Suddenly My

She scowled and rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. " Take it seriously because she spilled filthy water on your $500 gown,you ruined a Lamborghini worth $15 million .He has the power to put you in jail.I am sure the dude is incredibly wealthy." Paz let out a sigh. " I didn't wreck the automobile it was simply a minor scratch and he made it a huge fuss for me to pay for his car." She stated sarcastically "I am hoping he doesn't come after you" Paz sighed as she entered the kitched.

he said again, but his slanted posture, the forced smile and the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead even when the air conditioning was blasting intense air in his face, were all telltale signs that he was lying. “Oliver Sallow,” I called him firmly, and he sighed, leaning on the chair, causing the leather seat to crackle. “I’m not rich, okay!” He burst out, “I don’t have a fancy chandelier dangling when you walk into my house, all I have are leaky roofs and the rusted bucket that keeps the water from staining the floor. I have tattered furniture and worn blankets…” His voice seized.

Alexis says pointing at me. "What does he do?" Zia asks "He runs a small investment company passed down from my father’s side of the family" Alexis shrugs "I’m guessing this investment company isn’t so small, is it?” Zia asks looking at me. I nod. “He runs Ravio Investments.” “Zelina Kianna Gold! your husband is the 1 richest man in the world?" Zia asks "Niki made 1?" Alexis asks "Yes." Zia nods so fast I feared she would get whiplash.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

I was grinning from ear to ear when I received the 200,000 dollars. I already knew what I wanted to buy. I decided to buy something every day so that a package would arrive daily this month. The rich heiress, Tahlia Johnson, sneered and said, “You’re already happy with a mere 200,000 dollars? Hurry up and help me move my stuff.” “Yes, Your Highness!” I huffed and puffed as I shoved all my things into my suitcase. Then, I carefully stored Tahlia’s stuff in the locker.

He was skilled, ruthless, and had a sinister grin. Richard's eyes were always calculating that I am sure he wouldn't even trust his own spouse or wife. He was a bad boy, and yet, they were craving him when there were other good men out there. Truly, the love of money is the root of evil. Those ladies became jealous of me, and I think it's because of how wealthy Richard was. Besides, he has sports cars, Lamborghinis, and Rolls Royces in his garage. He was controlling half of the city, except for the government. So why wouldn't they crave his attention? I bit my bottom lip hard, forgetting my surroundings or that Madonna had returned with the tea, as I was lost in my own thoughts.

Instead, they only stoked the resentment burning inside him. Grayson spoke through gritted teeth, his voice barely controlled. "That's Emmett Harlow, the son of the wealthiest man in our city!" Maeve froze. A flash of envy crossed her eyes involuntarily. The son of the wealthiest family! Countless socialites would kill for a chance with him, yet somehow, Calla had managed it. Impressive…