Is Tony Stark A Billionaire Novels & Stories

"Are you going to tell him?" "Eventually." I smiled. "But not yet. Let him suffer a little longer." I dialed Tony's number. He answered before the first ring finished. "I'm here," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Where are you? Where's the baby?" "Change of plans, Tony. Ten million isn't enough anymore." Silence. Then: "What?" "I've been thinking. Why should I settle for ten million when Tony Stark is worth billions? No, I think... twenty million is more appropriate. For all my trouble."

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

But knowing how wealthy he was, he was probably going to gift them some of his landed property worth billions of dollars. After all, hadn't he promised to give Ava money for the property that she wanted? Then once she got pregnant, she could divorce him and then lawyer up, demanding the largest child support that would last them a lifetime. Oh dear, the perks of having a smart daughter. And so the Wilsons ignored the angry Starks and remained elegantly seated, knowing that they wouldn't even need to work to be billionaires soon. Footsteps padded against the grand marble stairs, and soon, the youngest conglomerate chairman of the Stark Corporation came into view in the most perfect suit whic

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

She rolled her eyes and hissed. "Well, you wouldn't be here to see any of that, thankfully." Tony hissed with so much hate in his heart. He didn't realize how much he disliked her until they stood before each other. "You seem to forget that my father is a billionaire. A powerful one in fact." Karen mocked. "I guess we'll see then." He scoffed, shaking his head. "Ankle monitors come off eventually, Tony. Court cases don't last forever." She said, holding out her wrist for the officer waiting beside her.

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.

This was an affront to her mother’s memory. She knocked on the door, and regardless of who answered, she would face anyone who opposed her. Her eyes met Benjamin's, and she almost froze. Of all the people she imagined would open that door, none were Benjamin. After all, he was a billionaire, and billionaires didn’t open doors for anyone.

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”