Kyle Rittenhouse Millionaire Novels & Stories

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Dylan let go with a long, low whistle. Killian was dumbfounded. Holy fucking shit! He owned a fourth of a half-billion dollar company? Hell, he'd always figured Dusty had plenty of money. Their house in Montana, where Dusty had set up Killian's mother, Mairi, was practically a goddamn mansion. It sure cost more than a pretty penny. But half a billion? Man, what he could do with a fourth of that. Although he wasn't sure money would take away enough of the pain of betrayal.

Returning back to the room, I handed my phone over to Kyle since he happens to know what he wants to say towering above him I watched that he moved his hand around the screen with a swiftness that I could not match. “how does it type so fast?” I muttered, to myself he was soon done with the message before he handed the phone to me. it's read, ‘20 million fine? I will make it 25 instead? On the condition that send the address I am meant to drop the money so that I can pick up your victim.’ the three dots appeared right under his name indicating that he was typing. “Kyle take the phone he is typing alread6,” I put forth, handing the phone back to Kyle.

“I sent eight million dollars to Sam.” My brow lifted lazily, not because of the money but because of the way her voice dipped into guilt. Like she expected me to flip this desk over. Your husband is the richest man in New York. Is she ever going to get that in her thick skull? “he got into something… some gang… some dangerous people, I just—” “Spare me the details,” I cut her off before she could spew some rambling explanation. My jaw twitched, irritation pressing against my skull.

The name Richard Bennett glared back at me in bold letters and a cold knot of dread formed deep inside my empty stomach. His billionaire father was calling him late on a Friday night and that meant the fallout from the East Side housing project was finally catching up to him. Kyle shoved the phone deep into his pocket and he ran a shaking hand through his carefully styled hair until the strands fell messy against his forehead. "I... I have to go right now," Kyle stammered out while refusing to meet my eyes again. "Is everything okay with your dad?" I asked while taking a hesitant step forward on the gravel driveway.

He was large, and had accumulated so much authority over decades. The officer at the front desk looked up. “Mr. Kyle?” The sheriff muttered as soon as he walked in. Kyle was also a billionaire, a bigger man than most, in bed with several politicians, yet maintaining the front of an innocent, hardworking civilian. “Sir, I… we weren't expecting you…” He stuttered. “Where is my daughter being held?! I want to see my daughter!” Kyle snapped in the middle of the station. “Sorry, Mr. Kyle. Erm… erm… who exactly is your daughter and what would she be doing here?” The sheriff asked, almost shaking.

After three years, I had three more restaurants in the state. Now, I have twenty-five restaurants nationwide, and two more locations are ready to open in California. This success allowed me to live like a celebrity, but I always preferred a simple life. I did not want people to love me because of what I had, but because of who I was. Even Stephen was not aware of my financial situation, he only knew about the first restaurant I bought, and called it my ' little project'as if this was some temporary hobby. Now, I was grateful for not telling him the truth. We even had a prenup signed in case of divorce- his family thought it would be the right thing to do, as he had to protect his assets. I h

“Go check how sincere Kyle is.” Kira was curious too, so she took the bank card and checked by inserting it in the ATM, her jaw dropping when she saw the balance. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Kyle would deposit 30 million dollars in the card. Although she had won quite a lot, the total chips had amounted to 9-10 million dollars. The sum had turned into 30 million dollars all of a sudden, which shocked her. Even her husband, Zac ‘Zodiac’ Larson, did not have 30 million dollars in assets!

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to

“I’ve kept her alive because a party has offered 10 million dollars for her.” “10 million dollars!!!” The man raised his voice. “Shh! Keep your voice down.” “T-Ten million dollars! Who’s generous enough to pay that much money?” “It’s a pair of father and son. They’re the owner of Ignite Construction Company.” “Ignite? Isn’t the owner in his 70s?”