Milliardär Novels & Stories

Bloody hell, she knew nothing about me or my life. Screw my manners, the old lady was crossing the line. “Shut up. Don’t you dare say another word about me. You know nothing about me. Besides I believe you are mistaking yourself from me. We all know very much who’s greedy for money. As for me, I don’t need anyone else’s money I am myself a millionaire and my family is one of the 5 richest families of the country.”

Maisie chuckled. Biting her fork, Ryleigh said sulkily, “Even if you don’t earn money to raise your children, the money that Mr. Goldmann earns is more than enough for you guys to spend. He’s now the second richest person in the world. His total worth is more than ten million, not to mention that Blackgold earns a few millions each year. He’s just like a walking ATM.” The wealthiest person in the world was Yorrick, the descendant of the Hathaways in Yaramoor, and now Nolan was just a rank below him.

Hans in an emotional tone. Hearing Mrs. Hans' words, John's hand immediately opened a piece of paper to read it immediately. “Your Excellency Hans and Mrs. Audrey, listen carefully to what I have to say. Don't let you regret it. You should know that I was never afraid if you were fired this second. I will also give shocking news if William Albert, a husband of Mrs. Audrey who humiliated, is the sole heir of the Albert Company. He is Joyce Albert's biological son, here's the proof.” John said as he thrust the paper on the dining table.

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

He asked putting the bags on the floor. "Well yeah I mean if I did then I wouldn't have asked right?" "Yeah right! Well it means money like there is hundreds, thousands millions and then billions and trillions," "Really? I thought it ended on million? So you are telling me you have more than a million?" I asked a smile almost blooming on my lips. He was not only handsome but he was rich too! "Um I no?" "No?" I asked my smile faltering. "Yeah I'm not a millionaire or a billionaire I'm just a regular guy with only a---- thousand dollars in my account,"

"My company is on the verge of bankruptcy, and we have a lot of bank loans. They're breathing down our necks. That's why I came here to ask for a favor if this company could grant me a loan to save my company from collapsing." "Like, how much are we talking about?" the PA asked, still coldly. "About 30 billion, if possible," Mr. Edward replied. "30 billion dollars?!" the PA exclaimed, shock evident on his face. "Okay, sir, when do you plan to repay it?" he asked again. "In one year or even earlier than that," he replied.

The redhead suggested. "It's a lot of money, Eva," he grabbed her head. "How much?" snorted Evangelina, making Demetrio look at her with a smile. "About a hundred million dollars," he laughed, thinking that Anderson didn't have that kind of money. "You'll have it in your account tomorrow." Demetrio opened his lips in shock but tried to hide his surprise, he was proud of Eva, she used to be a simple secretary and now she had saved a fortune, which he found fascinating because she deserved more than that.

Of companies, toys, and, apparently, women. James was an only child, and after inheriting his mother’s millions and displaying an uncanny flair for business during the following years, he became a billionaire and an absolute symbol of power. Not political power, but the good, old-fashioned power that came with having money. James wasn’t linked to the shady dealings of the Seattle political machine, but he could press that machine’s buttons if he wanted to. Every politician knew this—which was why being on the playboy’s good side was in their best interest.