Invisible Rich Man Novels & Stories

“Not only is it beautiful, but it is also bulletproof.” "Really? Boss, just how rich are you?" Jennifer flatters Ivan. He glanced at Jennifer but didn't answer. Kate laughed and opened her mouth to speak for Ivan. "His money and gems could burn you to the bone." Jennifer rolled her eyes, so rich indeed. But Ivan is so rich and handsome, has he never been in love with another girl? Jennifer was curious about his past but dared not ask. The convoy gradually moved at a faster speed, looking at the surroundings Jennifer suddenly realized, it had been a long time since she had been so comfortable going out.

He reasons, making me laugh. “He is kinda crazy like this always and he is like this with everyone. Being a busy and successful businessman isn't an easy task, you see.” His mouth wides, “Is he crazy rich?” He asks as he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. “Yeah, he is. I also looked like a guppy fish like you when I truly realized how filthy rich he really is.” He closes his mouth as soon as those words leave my mouth. “He can take a bath and clean his shit with gold infused water for the rest of his life and he will still have enough wealth to last him a century.” I exaggerate to make it extra dramatic. Not that I'm far from reality.

He stares pointedly, not the least bit apologetic. I want to be incensed, but this isn’t exactly a newsflash for me. The man didn’t become a billionaire by simply sticking a silver spoon in his mouth. He bought and sold companies until he’d built his own dynasty. At forty-two, he’s wealthy, affluent, revered and still so fucking mysterious. And I, at the age of twenty-six, am too enthralled by him by far. I should tread much more lightly. I understand how incredibly lucky I am to be considered a Jameson Richards confidante. Regardless of not being the cream of the crop, I am in the club.

I could swear she was lying. “ Who isn’t? I am a billionaire; my inheritance never stops growing," I announced proudly, puffing out my chest. She seemed somewhat mocking, but didn’t show anything. “ Still, not all the money in the world has made any woman stay by my side with this face," I thought victoriously, knowing she wouldn't be able to endure it.

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”

“I’ve heard rumors that you’re an unapproachable woman. But what do you mean by wearing an outfit like this, which makes all the guys think you’re ‘open’ to us?” Gemma could feel the grin of the man that talking to her. She looked up, determined to get a better look at the snob. Gemma pouted. A typical rich man who gets his wealth from the inheritance of his parents. Expensive shirts with designer suits. His black hair, neatly slicked back, gleamed like wet asphalt. A clean face is a sign that he is diligent in taking care of his body. Gemma had to ask where this man did his facial treatment because, as a singer, Gemma also needs smooth skin like that. Gemma shook her head quickly to get rid

Vincent glared at his nosey cousin and looked about ready to gauge out his cousin's sparkling eyes with gossip. "This is my Penthouse and as I told you before she isn't my friend." She dismissed him flatly. His eyes widened further if that was even possible, "Damn! Even if I sold all my organs, I can't rent a fire hydrant in that Area!" He slapped his one hand on the other and exasperated as if a realization had dawned upon him, "How rich are you?! And now you have the richest man on the continent as your husband! Is Russia trying to invade and take over USA or something?"

her smile becomes chilling cold. The intense exchange of snide words was only interrupted when an entourage entered. Guests turn in the direction where Arman Varce politely meets the newly arrived intimidating guests. The hushed conversation follows as every guest seemed to be interested in the newcomers. "He is the richest man in the world" "His fortune will multiply to hundredfold with the recent partnership of his company to Petrov Petroleum. It's the biggest petroleum company in the world" "How would he spend all those money?" "I heard he already got married, but I don't know to whom. He has been manipulating the media to hide his wife"

I simply smiled in response to her. I have already entered Master Dryzen's office. I found him talking in front of the monitor. Even though he is on the top list of the wealthiest person in the world, he is still dissatisfied with his wealth. Or perhaps, he was eager to find the precious stone. I immediately drew his attention. Or maybe it's because of the smell of what I'm bringing for him. I put the cheap container of glass in front of him. He smiled at me. "You're not really disappointing me, Venal." And I'm grateful to hear that.

Though the country has a lot of natural resources, the biggest one is oil. I returned to the first tab, feeling sane enough to read about this man. The life of Ravaryn’s finest. Roman Vasiliev. He’s fifty-eight years old. A billionaire luxury investor… no other details on his job. No list of investments either. Hmm, that’s definitely suspicious, but maybe he likes to invest silently. The article I was skimming through talked a lot about how he parties, the women he surrounds himself with, and… oh, good god. There were several photos of him with different girls, the article deemed as his sugar babies, and number five was Olivia.