Money Tycoon Novels & Stories

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.

Ty couldn't kill her even if he tried, he loved her like no other, Addison and Lexi have been working together to keep our identities secret. We have established our business and still studying part-time although we passed the courses pretty quickly. Ty and Aidan are already on their masters and because I have the IQ of a genius, I'm already on my Ph.D. Our business was striving and Roman was starting to take notice. The Valmore Enterprises headquarters building location is still under construction and will be finished in a few months, we are currently multi-millionaires, and with the current trajectory in the stock market, we will be billionaires soon. We have quite a lot of companies aroun

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.

Instead, he stopped in a secluded corner and pulled out a thick stack of cash. My pupils constricted. Even accounting for inflation, that was easily a hundred thousand dollars. Over a decade ago. My wolf bared its teeth in my mind. Impossible. Tyler was just an ordinary worker at a crematorium, no inherited wealth, no underground dealings that we knew of. He peeled off part of the stack to pay, then retreated again, his shoulders hunched. His phone rang. The moment he answered, his posture changed completely. He bowed, nodding repeatedly, his face twisted into something servile and fearful.

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.