Milliardär Novels & Stories

Jocelyn’s POV Her phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb?

"What if I told you how my one and a half million dollars came about?" "What is one and a half million dollars? I have fifteen million!" Henry said, "Does your son have that much money?" "Hahaha! You're trying to kill me with humor!" Tears fell out of Nathan's eyes. He even slammed the table. "Fifteen million is nothing to my son! Hahaha!" Henry's ego had been deeply bruised. If what Nathan said was true, that meant his son was one of the wealthiest people. When he returned home, he was going to look through the list of wealthiest people! He wanted to see who Nathan's son was!

Before I could even get to the dining room, my eyes caught a glimpse of something on the table and the thing seemed like a letter. Awen So sweet!'. I mumbled…. Before running as fast as my feet could carry me, toward the dining room. I ran like a wild beast, and then I grabbed the white envelope and opened it without letting my breath out. Immediately I was successfully able to open the envelope…… I brought out the piece of paper that was inside and quickly opened it to read what Edward had written. 'Three hundred million dollars!'. That was the first thing that I saw and it was written in capital letters.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

He is a Tillionaire. .

I rubbed my eyes hard, trying to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, and then I read it out loud, slower this time, letting every word slice through me. “Marcello D’Angelo, president of Marcé Group of Companies… with a net worth of one hundred billion dollars.” I sat back in the chair, stunned into a paralysis so thick it pressed the air out of my lungs. Silence settled over me, heavy, suffocating. I leaned forward again, staring at the screen, rereading the same line over and over again, until a loud gasp ripped out of my lips. She was a fucking billionaire. She was wealthy.

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

A look of surprise flashed before his eyes, and when he spoke next, his voice sounded intrigued. “Do you think half a million would in anyway affect my finances little girl? I own a multi billion dollar enterprise, the richest company in the country. Half a million is chicken change.” I nodded, not fully understanding what he had just said. I knew he was very rich, because I had heard a lot about him, but I did not know anyone could be that rich. I and my stepfather had lived in abject poverty, and our poverty had only gotten worse as his gambling addiction grew. How could I pay back such a huge sum of money in ten life times, let alone understand what it meant to be as rich as The billionai

'Did I hear right? 'Did she say ‘Just Two Million’?' Kiara pondered in bewilderment when Leena shook her shoulders. "I'm asking you something, young lady. Answer me?" She scolded her like a mother scolds her daughter for hiding her problems. "A-aunty, it's two million… two million dollars." Kiara tried to specify again, but what she forgot at the moment was that the elderly woman standing in front of her was no normal person. She was the mother of a freaking billionaire and she, herself, holds the title of one of the richest and most elite women in the city.

I was so shocked beyond words. This was actually happening. I was going to meet a billionaire! Fuck! I’m going to be richer than Rihanna without using my talent. But, wait. I don’t even know if Giorgio’s dad is as rich as Rihanna. Of course he is! Rihanna is in the millionaire bracket, and I was in the billionaire bracket. Ok, not yet, but it was just a matter of time.