Kyle Rittenhouse Millionaire Novels & Stories

With her world revolving in front of her eyes, Celeste looked down at the check placed in front of her, when Carl's voice shocked her to the core and she felt the world closing up on her. “ DYLAN GRAY BOUGHT YOU FOR HUNDRED MILLION! ”

"How... How is this possible? How can you... you have so much money?" Kyle couldn't believe what he saw was true. "Why is it like this?" Helen hurriedly leaned over to take a look. "Eight, eight, eight, eight digits! Seriously, it's over ten million dollars! How, how is that possible?" Helen couldn't believe her eyes, shocked to the point of gaping.

I say. Keith and I aren't really the closest of siblings, but he's still my big brother, three years older than me. He's not really that wealthy as me. Keith manages a small business, and he's a realtor, and he's content. Unlike me, I'm selfish, money driven, and always want more. We weren't born into a rich family. People don't know that and they don't have to know shit. They believe Killian Black is a privileged, wealthy man. And well, they don't know shit.

she reminded. “Oh, Mom. But maybe I won't bother you later, I have a spare key for the gate and door. Just rest,” I said before waving and getting in my car. while driving I suddenly thought of everything. Bradley Hernandez. The most eligible multi-billionaire in this world. His family owned huge hotel buildings in town. In addition, they have also many different types of businesses. That man was so rich. I read that in a most popular magazine that featured pure business tycoons of the town.

It's impossible to miss his hotness factor. There's no doubt about it, Vincent Valiant is one of the hottest rich men in America. He may be a Warren Buffett in investing and Bill Gates in technology, but he is a Robert Downey Jr. in looks. Some girls have all the luck. As with most beautiful people, word on the street is he's a major dick. Ruthless in business, little is known about his personal life because it's said he doesn't have one. But can you blame the man? It takes a lot of work to build a corporation as large as his in only ten years. You don't become a billionaire at age thirty-two by playing nice and cutting checks.

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.

Mark said, "I can and I will. Unless you pay me. I will doctor this video and put the blame on you." "Oh, oh - okay, how much do you want?" Hazel asked, stuttering. Mark smirked, "A million dollars." Hazel gasped, "A million dollars? That's insane. I don't have that kind of money." Mark said, "You're lying. You're dating the C.E.O of a successful company. You live in a mansion. You wear expensive clothes and jewelry. You have access to his bank accounts and credit cards. You have plenty of money."

I kept staring at the screen, with my heart beating so loudly I could barely hear myself think. Kane Brown. Not just any billionaire. The richest billionaire in Philadelphia. I couldn't believe that I had a one-night stand with a billionaire. No wonder he bought all my paintings and left such huge amount for me. My fingers felt numb as I scrolled through the endless articles about him. CEO of a major investment firm. A powerful, and elusive businessman with a net worth I couldn’t even wrap my head around. This can’t be real. How did I get here? What would be my fate?

Keep his money. “This great man would like the money in cash. So could you get me three million dollars in cash…yeah three, that’s right…yup you got it…three…three million.” Kyle said into his phone again. Three? Alessa's eyes widened at Kyle. She remembered the story he told her. Three was the number James and Kyle always used when they needed each other's help. Kyle winked at her as he hung up with James, and Alessa rolled her eyes. Just a few seconds ago she was fearing for her life, and now, behind Kyle, she felt safe.

Kyle said with his famous eye roll "Do I look like your secretary?" "You were" "Yes, I had to resign because unlike all the love stories I've ever read, you didn't fall in love with me" "Can you help me find out?" "No" "Ky" "Nope" "Okay" "...... God, I hate you" Kyle had gone and asked Sasha about his networth which Sasha had at first not wanted to say till she heard Axel demand for it and told them. A hundred and fifty million. Well..... "That's enough to help the whole Africa" Kyle had replied, slipping back into the blanket next to Axel.