Money Tycoon Novels & Stories

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

"In exactly sixty seconds, the Vance Global servers will begin a self-destruct sequence. Every cent of your 'legacy' is being converted into an anonymous donation to the Northern Territory Refugee Fund. You aren't a billionaire anymore, Father. You’re just a man with a cane and a lot of very angry creditors." "You wouldn't!" he roared, lunging toward me. But he was too late. From the valley below, a series of distant, muffled explosions echoed—not of bombs, but of high-capacity data centers. The blue lights on the black town cars suddenly flickered and died. The satellite links on the security teams' phones went dark. "I'm the Hidden Tycoon, remember?" I said, backing toward the edge of the

“Do you mind if I say something?” “No.” Macy shook her head. “Go on, I don’t mind.” “If you have to take a loan, take it. Whatever you do, don’t contact Ms. Roberts again. She’s the owner of one of the largest real estate companies in the country, and her family is old money. They’re filthy rich, and I wouldn’t advise you to cross her.”

No, they wanted me because of my last name: Koch. Edmond Koch, my dad, was one of the most powerful businessmen in the country. Every company thought that hiring me would be some kind of trophy. But I refused to ride his coattails. If I was going to build a career, it was going to be because of me. Which is why I was here. At Bettencourt. The company every business student whispered about in nightmares. The reason was Cedric Bettencourt, the CEO. Rumor had it he was Lucifer reincarnated. He had made plenty of my classmates cry during interviews. And I had a feeling I was about to be next.

It took me a while to realize the meaning of those words, and connecting one point to another was slower than I had imagined. “It can’t be,” I covered my lips with my hands, “But you are a luxury escort; you were at the agency that day.” “It was a mistake.” His words made my stomach clench. “I am the billionaire Miguel Carrascal.” I was never a luxury escort.”

I can't imagine myself wasting time with anyone except if it's for the sake of money and victory. My name's Tyler Jackson but can be called as "Tyler" a son of a billionaire here in Canada.I am 38 years old while my father was already in his senior age.He has a stage 4 cancer and he already laid on bed for months while waiting for the day he will die.We found out about his illness late because he was too busy of his business. "I know I won't last long in this world son.I just want you to have your own child to inherit my company soon.You are not getting younger"he told me.

I discovered that I can predict what will happen, what has happened, and what is happening in another part of the world. Because of hate, I used all those powers to steal the trade secrets of all business tycoons in the world, and I became one of the youngest billionaires of the country. I became Mr. Timber of social media. Yes, because I need to trick the people from thinking differently about me, and my riches.

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 shakes his head, deciding not to. “Really, man? You're keeping things from me now?” Anders sighs. “It's- It's just that thing with Electra.” Orion huffs. “You fuck her once and you lose a piece of you?” Orion laughs. “C’mon, man. You used to be better than this. What happened to the rich, hot, playboy tycoon lawyer? Is her cookie that good?” “Shut up, Orion.” “You can’t get enough? Is that why you’re sulking?”

“Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.” Victor offered a thin smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He tapped his glass without drinking. “She’s not the problem,” he said smoothly. “The problem… is him.” “Him?” Victor leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Her driver. The new one.” The man scoffed. “You’re telling me your billion-dollar empire is threatened by a chauffeur?” Victor’s expression didn’t change. “He’s not just a chauffeur. I’ve watched people my whole life politicians, con men, CEOs. And this one… this Liam? He’s too clean. Too disciplined. Too invisible.”