Money Tycoon Novels & Stories

He thundered beneath the loud sound. “Do I look like someone that wanna answer you?” I said with my left brow shifted in annoyance and side lip smirking in disdain, I wish I can just kill this guy. “You don’t talk to me that way moron! I’m the fuckin owner of Meyers corp, the sole heir to Deluxe enterprises, I’m freakin among the tenth young billionaires in this whole of Atlanta!” He said with his shoulder lifted with clear arrogance. “So how did all this help me care about you getting hit by a car?” I asked numbly.

Commencing Startup Protocols… His heart pounded. This had to be a prank. A virus. Something. “System?” he whispered, voice shaking. ✅ Installation Complete. Welcome to the Trillionaire System, Ethan Reyes. You are now the designated host of the world’s most advanced wealth-generation A.I. Mission: Become the richest man in your country. Time limit: None. Support: Unlimited. “Wait, what?” Ethan sat upright. Rewarding host with starter package… 💵 $10,000,000.00 deposited to temporary account.

“Now that you mention it, not really. Aunt Wanda didn’t give me any management fees.” Mason nodded and took out a bank card from his wallet. He flung it over to Tyler. “There’s two million in there. Use it wisely. Don’t do illegal stuff with the money. I’ll be leaving if there’s nothing else.” He got into his car and drove off. Tyler stood where he was as he played with the bank card in his hand. There was a playful look on his face. “That guy is really generous, Tyler. Who is he?” Tyler’s men came forward from behind him and surrounded him as they stared at the card.

Said another man, and Duncan recognized him as Martin, another subordinate. " Everyone knows that the Valois family was responsible for the great growth of the Empire Group. Like his father Dominique Valois, increased growth in his time as CEO, his son did similar. Duncan Valois was largely responsible for success. " Agreed Fernand. Duncan bit his teeth, he snapped his neck and closed his eyes. He lost his life for money? That consumed him, that cruel and poisonous realization burned him like the flames of hell. Which is certainly where I’d be going for what I was about to do.

My day was already off to a great start, and that message made it even better. I have to be honest: when I first met Corvin, I was intimidated. It’s hard not to be when you’re talking to the heir of a multi-billion dollar corporation. But as I’ve spent more time with him, I’ve realized that he is so much more than just a fancy title or a big bank account. He is incredibly attentive and generous. He is a true gentleman in every sense of the word, and he is brilliant. And, of course, it doesn't hurt that he is absolutely handsome. He really seems to have everything. I feel so lucky that I’ve managed to find such a good friend in him.

I dug through my purse, searching for some cash to leave behind—a clear message that this was just a transaction, nothing more. To my dismay, I found only a single hundred-dollar bill tucked into the inner pocket. Not nearly enough for a high-end escort in London, but it would have to do. In the taxi to the airport, my mind replayed fragments of the night in vivid detail. The heat of his skin against mine. His fingers roamed across my skin. The temperature between us kept climbing, our breathing becoming ragged and urgent. I respond instinctively. I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair.

“None of your business, Tyron. You’re late. I told you an hour ago, and you show up now? I don’t tolerate incompetence.” His face hardened, and he grabbed my chin, his grip tight. “I’m only here ‘cause I want to, Tasha. You think your little money got me out here to bomb this place? I’m in it for the fun, not you. Watch your tongue.” He let go, pushing me slightly. I glared, my heart pounding, but I stayed quiet. He ordered his men to plant the bombs around the house, and I watched, my lips curling. Tyron was arrogant, but he was perfect for this. His father was a mafia boss, locked up awaiting trial for worldwide crimes, leaving Tyron to survive on drugs, robbery, and kidnapping. I’d known

Probably something about his school. Fred came back a few seconds later with a big letter that was in a file then stretched it to her, she collected the file slowly and before removing the letter that was inside, she asked,"did anyone told you to give me this?" Perhaps, Henry had given this to Fred. "No one gave me. I performed a DNA test and that's the result." Fred said and added, "Mommy, my daddy is a billionaire CEO!" The little one jubilated merrily. Fred had told Sarah to take her to the hospital after he got the hair he needed from Henry at the underground garage of Vernon's corporation.

“My father is a billionaire. And well… I’m also a billionaire and a successful businessman myself. I started making money at a very young age.” I nodded slowly, pretending to think deeply. “So basically, your father is still a tycoon.” Michael shook his head immediately. “I don’t really like calling him that. Billionaire sounds better to me.” I stared at him quietly after hearing that response. At that moment, something inside me shifted. Most wealthy men loved showing off their riches and power, but Michael was different. He carried his wealth casually, almost like it meant nothing to him. He didn’t seem interested in titles or recognition. Deep down, he simply wanted to live normally like