Jared Smith Billionaire Novels & Stories

Totally ignored! The media went crazy when a black coloured bugatti chiron halted outside the Venue. The reporters weren't closer to the venue but they were clicking photos from a distance. Everyone was taking only one name, "Is that the billionaire Neil Smiths?" "Yes, it's him!" " He became a billionaire when he was only nineteen years old!" "My god! He's here?!" "I have never seen him attending any parties except award shows!" "Is it really him?!" Omfg! It's really him"

Smith was stunned, and he blurted out, “Ten billion dollars?! This is too exaggerated, right?!” Kathleen shook her head and said, “It’s not an exaggeration at all. There are a lot of applications, and if you only have a net worth of ten billion dollars, there is no chance for you to get the final admission ticket at all.” Smith had a horrified expression on his face as he said, “So many top tycoons believe that there is such a miraculous and divine medicine that can cure all diseases and even increase life expectancy by more than ten years?!”

“We know. But we’ve locked your brother’s university and moved him under alias protection. They can’t touch him now.” Camellia looked up, her eyes red but blazing with something stronger than fear. Resolve. “Then let’s finish this.” Anaïs read the email three times. The numbers were immaculate. Ten million dollars. Private wire from a Russian fund allegedly linked to arms dealing. Tied directly to Phoenix Initiative’s new expansion phase. She licked her lips, her fingers already dialing. “Ethan?” she purred. “You’re going to want to see this.” Ethan’s smile stretched like a snake’s as he scrolled through the leak.

Chua. “ It's nice meeting you here Mr. Smith,” Diego said. He led us through the big yacht and gave us an available table. “ I am not surprised when I saw both of you here,” he said as we sat on the chair. I observed the surroundings, and some of the guests here had their own world partying. “ How are you, Mr. Smith?” I asked him, which made him chuckle. Mr. Smith is one of the billionaires abroad, but little did they know that he’s actually single. He's in his thirtys. Mr. Smith is handsome, talented, and a billionaire, but he’s really picky when it comes to women.

The opulence of their home confirmed that the Smith siblings were indeed super-rich. In their luxurious villa, they treated Gale as an honored guest. He was served exquisite dishes he had never tasted before and given clothes he couldn't afford even with a year's wages. "That guy earlier was Chad Taylor, a Mafia boss in this region. He's been pressuring us ever since I became the CEO of Welmart's Group," Heath replied casually.

Aria’s POV By the time Elias was eight months old, Bennett Interiors had a waitlist twelve names deep. Then the money arrived. A single wire. No note. Four hundred thousand dollars, routed through something called Meridian Holdings Group, memo line reading Series Seed — Bennett Interiors, like I'd asked for a Series Seed, like anyone in my life had that kind of money sitting around waiting for a reason to move. My accountant called the bank. The bank confirmed the funds were clean, cleared, mine.

He had let Westbrook into their home, into their company, into their legacy. And Westbrook? He gutted it. He used their tech, their infrastructure, then framed Blake and an for insider trading to get full control. The media had spun it as a “tragic fall from grace,” and by the time the courts cleared his father’s name, it was too late. Blake Systems was no more. His father was no more. Not really. The man that raised Liam became a shell….bitter, broken, obsessed with revenge. Liam grew up watching a genius crumble in silence.

“Apparently, investors believe my sex life affects my ability to run companies.” “That’s ridiculous,” Beck scoffed. “Welcome to capitalism.” Jared’s phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced at the screen, then smirked faintly. “It’s my contact.” He answered and put the call on speaker. “Well, damn, Lotto,” a man’s voice boomed through the room. “So are the rumors true?” Jared groaned. “Come on, man.” “You have to tell me,” he urged. “In fact, take you giving me this exclusive gist as my payment.”

Christine snorted. “Who hasn’t? Kade Harrison was a famous quarterback and a billionaire, and Travis Harrison is a smart businessman. I think it’s great that they both help.” “We don’t just help,” Terrence said. “We run the whole thing. Jayden Knight handles the money, and the rest of us do the fundraising and other things that need to be done.” She pulled back and looked at him. “Is every billionaire in America part of this? Wow! Jayden Knight, too?”

His company is one of the greatest companies in the city, and also very popular, because of how trusty and reliable they are. Edward wore normal simple clothes, which were black shorts, and a white shirt that hugged his perfect figure properly. His chest is huge, because of the six-pack which he has. Edward's lips were pink like that of a newly born baby, which is very eye-catching. When I met him alone on the street, I couldn't realize that he was a famous billionaire because I have never had an interest in him, since all I want in my life is to hold my own production company, without the help of my parents.