Money Tycoon Novels & Stories

Gift felt a little nervous at the attention he was gathering to make this sudden announcement, so she closed her eyes to compose herself and clamped her hands on the table to support herself from falling over, an action she took innocently without too much thought. But to Zenith who had spent almost half of his life in the business world, that was a move that risk takers and successful tycoons made. It was a movement that he made whenever he had succeeded in acquiring a new company or winning a bid or signing a contract with an investor he proposed to.

Her fingers danced over the keyboard as she accessed the files. "What are you looking for?" Thomas asked, keeping an eye on the door. "Everything," Emma said, her voice tight. "Bank accounts, offshore holdings, assets. Leo’s entire network. He made my mothers life miserable, He took away my mother's document, signed contract and many more Now I’m taking it back " The screen filled with data accounts holding millions, properties registered under shell corporations, names of powerful allies and pawns in Leo’s web. Emma’s chest tightened as she saw the extent of his empire. It was vast, but it was about to crumble.

The party was important and he was called for it but even better was the news on Michael Tyrell. Just a scoop on him could give his channel a high rating. That was the power of the male god of the Central city, the heart throb billionaire who was dream of every girl and a man envied by other men alike. “Huh?? Michael Tyrell?? You mean the Michael Tyrell from the Tyrell group?” Everyone whispered and they all went outside following the cameramen. They were eager to take a look at the youngest, richest and the handsomest billionaire and CEO of all times.

Moira stated, in a defensive tone. "Well, you'll be thrilled once you get to know more about Tyler Bancroft. He's the only child of the richest man in the country, which is Mr. Timothy Bancroft, who's a business magnate. He owns chains of hotels, a Michelin Star chains of restaurants, and he even owns this school. Tyler Bancroft is his only son. He's not just filthy rich, but he's also jaw-dropping gorgeous,and take note, he's considered as academically genius!"

Tyler sat in his sleek black Rolls-Royce, the purr of the engine humming beneath him as he waited for the traffic light to change. The tinted windows shielded him from the chaos outside, but his sharp gaze was fixed on the world beyond the glass. He was a man of power — a global business tycoon, the heir to an empire built not just on corporate brilliance but on blood. His father, once the feared Mafia boss of the East Coast, had died in the infamous clash between two warring crime syndicates in the '90s. That war had left a trail of fire — and Tyler had inherited the ashes... and the throne.

Thankfully, he was not a CEo, a president or a boss with just millions of assets under his hands, but a tycoon in China where currencies were rapidly advancing just by comparing other country money to their money, it can't even lit a candle for them. A millionaire? Definitely no. A billionaire? No. A tycoon who will never ever experience having little money or will not run out of money even if he chose to retire or their company gone bankrupt? Yes. Li Yenan arrogance was justified. But whether if he was the only man around Cameron who got such a big ass assets enough for everyone to envy and covet all the time, Li Yenan does not know if Noah also have such an assets like he have. That's why

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.

His team or crew are ex-military and are really handy men to know. In their spare time, they are part of an MC. The MC is called The Princes Of Darkness. Tiny has a wife called Tanya and a son that has just taken over as president. His name is Harry Hatchet Jackson. Who has a child on the way with his wife Deanna. All the money they make from making my dreams reality goes towards what the club and the local town need. So I see it as helping more people. I decided I wasn’t going to go straight home. I found myself driving around LA, taking in all the sights and sounds. I need to adjust. After all, this is where I will be staying. My stores run themselves. With people I trust to keep it that w

“A billionaire?” “Yes. If you can believe it, the son actually makes more money than his father.” That was amazing, especially since Todd Buchanan was the richest guy she knew. “Well, now that you’re done with this assignment,” Terry said, “would you hate me too much if I gave you another? Todd threw me for a loop this afternoon, and I need this article done by the end of the day. You’re the only one I can trust to get it done on time.” She smiled. “Of course, I can do it.”