Money Tycoon Novels & Stories

I know Tys wasn't broke, if he could afford to pay our accommodation fees for such a long time, then he is not broke, but I had not thought that he had the type of money that people who usually come here do spend. "My mother is a very rich woman, Hera. We, her children all have trust fund set up for us since our first birthday" he said, shifting his leg and looking at everywhere else but me, making it obvious that he wasn't really comfortable about this information. "The trust fund is a cumulation of a million dollars being put into it for each birthday and it can only be used when we become twenty one years of age. I just unlocked mine, a month ago, not long after I came here. And asides fr

There was the usual mockery in his voice, as if reminding me how, for the past five years, I'd clung to him in debasing humiliation, using my money to buy his time and keep him happy. Sherry Tate stood a little behind him, her fingers curling against the hem of her clothes. Her red-rimmed eyes only made her seem even more fragile and pitiful. And there it was again. I heard that crisp, childlike voice coming from her belly. "Take the card already, Daddy! Invest those two million dollars into Burkcoin, and in ten years, its value will shoot up by three thousand times! You can become the richest man in the country eight years earlier than before.

Samuel excitedly said. "Thank you for curing my wife, Dr. Henderson," Tyga said. "I'm willing to contribute all of my assets as the consultation fees and do my part for charity!" "Could you bear to do that?" Woody was surprised by his decision. With a straight face, Tyga replied, "It's not a big deal. Money is nothing but a string of numbers. In the past, I used to think that money was omnipotent, but it's nothing in the face of a disease. It's no use at all.

Millwood, who is the owner of the M’Hotels and also Trent’s Dad announced that Tyson was now a shareholder in the company and that there would be a dinner party later in the evening. I was happy and sad at the same time, firstly, I was happy because he had yet again another achievement added to his wealth and I was sad because I’d have to be seeing more of his face and maybe also more of his bitch of a fiancée. They are sure going to make my life a living hell, I thought of resigning immediately because I won’t be able to control myself towards those duos long enough.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

I set my coffee down, refocus on my screen, and begin typing out my email, “Dear Mr. Carter, congratulations. You've managed to turn me into a millionaire with no idea how to spend it. I've dreamt of this day my whole life, and now that it's here, I'm just… stuck. My bank account is overflowing, and I'm starting to feel like Scrooge McDuck, swimming in vaults of gold coins. Help?" I hit send and wait, my eyes fixed on the screen. Minutes later, my email pings. Andrei's response has arrived.

He leaned back in his chair and loosened his necktie. “I’m finished here. I’ve already said what you asked me to say,” Tyron said. The person on the other end of the line chuckled. (“See? Now you know how they act.”) Tyron smirked as he watched Levi and Caridad get into the car. Levi looked up and nodded, so Tyron saluted him and smiled back before Levi finally left. “I know. They also gave the money,” Tyron said as he handed over the envelope containing a large sum. “So, what do you want me to do with this money?”

His heart melted. “My lord…” Dan took a step closer. “Are you sure about this?” he asked softly and Dante sighed, rubbing at the bream of his eyes. “I am Dante rumolue. The 3rdost richest business Tycoon in the world, and of course the first most richest and powerful mafia lord in the undercover world. “There is nothing more to do in this business. The dead ones are dead already. The living are at my mercy, I have secured so much wealth that is well enough to suffice for generations. And I have you all. My family…” he added the last part that got their heart melting.

I picked up the file from my desk and pass it over to him to read. "I want you to look into this project and let me know if you are interested in becoming an investor. This project can bring you and me both billions of dollars in profit. You get to make daddy dearest happy and I get to make billions and gain fame. It's a win-win for both of us." I suggest a billion-dollar deal to Antonio Since, you and Francesco fall into the league of royalty, not me."

It was usually the women chasing him, majority of the time for monetary benefits of dating him, but this young lady had not only rejected his affection but his money as well. It was a vulnerable moment of emotions for Mr. Blackwood but that soon came to an end as a text message from his bank came in, wishing him a happy birthday. He immediately remembered who he was, he was Maxwell Blackwood, CEO, multimillionaire, Business Tycoon and one of the City’s most eligible bachelors.