Novel & Cerita Kyle Rittenhouse Millionaire

“Look, I could have handled it without you going public with her.” Bullshit. He wouldn’t have done anything. He was drowning in debt. “I’m trying my best not to punch you right now,” he muttered. I sank into the couch, rubbing my temple. “Ethan, everything has been handled. The pictures and videos are gone.” He stared at me like he didn’t recognize me. “In just a few hours? What exactly are you involved in, Kyle?” I kept my expression blank. “What do you mean? I’m the CEO of Apex Holdings and a racer.”

he said curtly. Lara watched him in awe. He was accustomed to receiving attention from girls and remained unfazed by the admiring glances of his female staff in the office. Sometimes, it irritated him. He sighed and left the office, heading straight to the parking lot. He settled inside his red Ferrari, started the ignition, and drove towards his home. Ryder Knight, a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire and owner of Knight Enterprises, had achieved success and popularity at a young age. He was handsome, attractive, and the most sought-after bachelor in New York City. He possessed two qualities that drove girls crazy: lots of money and good looks.

Flanking him on both sides were eight massive bodyguards, who stood staring internly at Kyle and Gasper for any signs of trouble. Kyle looked as if he was in the comfort of his own back yard. Gasper brought a chair over and wiped it clean before Kyle took a seat. "My name is Kyle Michel." He said casually as he gazed at John from across him. A strange glint flashed in John's eyes when he heard the name. "Can you be a little more specific about this multi billion business of yours, Mr. Michel?" He asked. Kyle took out a pack of cigarettes and helped himself to a cigarette. "The business concerns a man named Joey Clemon whom I got a business with. As I understand, he has incurred a sizable deb

"That's enough of your nonsense, Maria Johnston. Since we never got to meet Mrs. Kingston, that can only mean that she's also coming along with Mr. Kingston. You're going to find yourself thrown in jail if you keep impersonating her like this. Behave yourself!" The rest of the villagers buzzed with excitement. "Mr. Kingston's car is coming! He's such a mysterious person. I wonder if we'll get to meet him!" After all, Rupert had been the one donating all the funds used to build new schools, housing projects, and agricultural infrastructure in the village. The newspapers had also described him as a 30-something-year-old billionaire with a main factory in Somerville, and had a very adorable fou

Lena's fingers tightened on the camera, the plastic cold and slick against her skin. "I'm willing to pay," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. Jeremy Rathbone stepped closer, the rain beading on his dark coat but never quite soaking through. He was a myth in Seattle, a reclusive billionaire known for his vast land holdings and a private security force that was more like a small army. People whispered he was a ghost, a legend who emerged only when the town's secrets grew too loud. "Is that so?" he purred, his smile widening. "Most people would rather the truth stay buried. It's cleaner that way."

I can’t help but smirk slightly, money truly is everything to him. “It’s great to see you here, Mr. Keith.” “You know me?” David asks, and I chuckle quietly. Who doesn’t know him? The most successful billionaire after me, he owns multiple businesses around the world. If you can name the business, David either owns it or has a stake in it. “Ah, everyone knows you, Mr. Keith,” Mr. Williams says, glancing at me with a smile. David nods slightly. “But I don’t think you’re here to see me, Mr. Williams. And Kane doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Of course, mom. That is a promise.” Kent's cooking was done and it was a quarter to 3, so he immediately said goodbye to Atasha's Mom and left. Only a few minutes passed and he arrived at the Company. Many people look at him and say hello that he just nods. The news seems to have spread to everyone that their boss is getting married. Many of them were especially happy to know who that man was. Who does not know? Keiron Kent Devaux is the richest man in the world—A billionaire. “Sir! It is good and you are here. Ms. Sha-sha are at her office,”

The tension between them softened, replaced by something deeper—admiration, awe. “Wait…” Jake’s eyes widened. “Is the millionaire the owner?” Robert smiled faintly. “No, son. The project belongs to a young man named Ronald Williams, a billionaire. He’s the son of Richard William.” Jake’s grin spread slowly. “A billionaire? Wow! Dad, you’re getting bigger. Very soon… you’ll be up there with the millionaires like Mr Richard Blake.” Robert chuckled, the weariness in his face giving way to pride. “Yes, son.”

I ask Kyle. "Every year, well at least since the last four years I've been here, he just finds Mr. Allan and sticks by his side not leaving him even for a second. I bet he's into him or something and he's so arrogant. I've been forced to talk to him a few times and every time he says he earns in millions and that I could never achieve as much success as him." Kyle scoffs looking at the man Karter was talking to. I chuckle, "You're a good observer."

It's now official. Kyle is a fucking psychopath. ^^^^ Kyle comes back that night, looking very excited. He locks the door and jumps on my bed. " I have a surprise for you! " Kyle throws a newspaper on my lap, laughing out loud. I don't know why he's so excited. I look down at the newspaper on the front page. It's a picture of Kyle crying. And the headline is: KYLE DEVASTATED AFTER GIRLFRIEND'S DISAPPEARANCE, WEEKS AFTER SHE SURVIVED ANOTHER KIDNAP. HE PROMISES TO GIVE A MILLION POUNDS TO WHOEVER FINDS HER.