Milliardär Novels & Stories

beautiful than Lia, even she is also very royal like Lia, yes, I have never failed in terms of finding good and wealthy women, of course, in order to lighten my burden one day. Lia is the granddaughter of a successful businessman and has a lot of inheritance, but she is never arrogant about what she has, while Yaya is the only child of a boss in her village, all of her father's wealth will automatically be inherited by her, even when I was in a relationship. with him never spent a penny of money all on him.

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk. “Four hundred million dollars.” The sound of it made me giggle, an almost giddy sound bubbling out of me. I swayed in my seat, tipsy not from the wine but from the intoxicating thought of my extra wealth. Four hundred million. Mine. Every penny of it ripped from under Marcelo Bernardo’s nose. Marcelo. The great, merciless mafia lord. So feared. So respected. And yet, his bride-to-be had stripped him bare without him even realizing it. The irony was delicious.

And one name at the top of the contact list that made the air in my lungs feel like lead: Julian Thorne. ​Everyone knew Julian. He was the kind of billionaire who didn't just buy companies; he dismantled them for sport. He was young, famously cold, and had a reputation for being a shark in a five thousand dollar suit. He lived in a penthouse that touched the clouds while I was sitting on a floor that was probably infested with roaches. ​I looked at my four dollars. Then I looked at the messaging window. ​I didn't think about the consequences. If I thought about it, I’d get scared. And fear doesn't pay for a flight to Bali or put food on the table. I moved my fingers over the keyboard, the pl

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

Goodness! Dagon had seen plenty of affluent men given his significant status, but he was still baffled by Zayn’s lavish decision. Although he held a superior status as the president of the Northmob Council, his personal assets only came up to 3 billion dollars—and he was already categorized as super-rich. Zayn, however, had donated 2.8 billion dollars at a charity gala. It was crazy.

Aiden chuckled. “Look at that man in a grey suit in the second row, he can't go higher than a hundred million and that means one thing,” Aiden said. “What?” Aria asked. “He is broke.” he laughed and Aria giggled. Alessa shook her head at them as she smiled. “A hundred million dollars is being broke?” Alessa asked. “Yes, isn't this an auction for billionaires? He is a millionaire, the difference is huge.” Aiden replied. “You should be grateful,” Alessa replied and he sighed.

“How do you even pronounce those figures in words?” “I believe nine zeroes signify billion.” Jessica whistles. “Seven hundred and twenty-six billion. What would you even do with that kind of money?” I shrug. “Invest to get more, I guess.” “One man having that much seems diabolical. Are you sure he isn’t a vampire? How did you meet his son again?”

He lives alone as he enjoys the peace and quiet. On getting down from the car. “Sir?” Luck called He turned and looked at him “Your father requested your present at the old mansion,” he said. Eric not responding left him standing there and went inside. What a day. Erich MacMillies, the richest man in the whole of South America and beyond. Started his own business at the age of 19 and has been running it till this date, now the business has branches everywhere all over the country. With different rivals. He owns his own mafia den and nobody dares challenge him. The press and cops have been in and out of the Mafia ring but not knowing who owns it. Because they all know him as Andrew Richardson