Money Tycoon Novels & Stories

POV Alexander Tyson was never subtle about anything in his entire worthless existence, but walking into my boardroom and seeing him charming the VPs with champagne and that fucking smug grin makes something inside me snap like a twig under pressure. He’s holding court like he personally financed the building’s construction, telling some bullshit story about his latest “venture”—probably another cryptocurrency scheme or boutique hotel concept that’ll hemorrhage money faster than our marketing budget. My senior staff is laughing like he’s Dave Chappelle instead of a trust fund baby who once tried to convince our board to invest in a dating app for pets called “Pawssionate Connections.”

Another text: *Next time, you’ll be inside. He called Jake. “Take them to the safe house. Now.” --- Past Adriana watched the news from her balcony, champagne in hand. Leon’s face dominated the screen—*“Billionaire CEO Accused of Fraud!”* Richard had delivered. The board was in chaos, investors fleeing. Leon’s net worth plummeted. She dialed him. “Still think you can ignore me?” “What do you want?” Leon hissed. “Everything,” she said. --- **Present**

Her legs were wrapped around his waist. Rachel wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it. Her cheeks flushed bright red from embarrassment. She instinctively tapped on the delete button, but Tyler quickly took his phone away. "I can delete it, but only if you pay up." Rachel was stunned, flabbergasted at Tyler's behavior. "You're a wealthy businessman and the boss of a huge company. Do you really need money from someone unemployed?" "You know that I'm a businessman, don't you?" Tyler claimed unabashedly. "A businessman wouldn't wake up early unless it benefits him."

Only her surname was on the bank she used. She also blocked her bank so the man wouldn’t be able to find her if he looked for her. Celeste left the country with the money given to her. She wondered who the man she was with last night was, she was sure he came from a wealthy family because it was so easy for him to give 100 million. 100 million was a lot for her to start and reclaim the company from her sister. Meanwhile, Maximus furrowed his brows when he woke up. He was still naked because his clothes were scattered on the floor. He rubbed his temple when it suddenly throbbed. He drank a lot last night and he remembered what happened.

he asked, his voice smooth and commanding. His gaze stirred something unexpected—a warmth in the midst of the cold. I'd seen that face before, through the fog of my pain: Julian Huxley, the ruthless CEO of Huxley Enterprises and Ethan's fiercest rival. What did he want from me? As the rain poured on, a new unease twisted in my gut—this encounter felt like the start of something far more dangerous than I could handle.

I was drowning in debt, still, I wouldn't mind taking another if I had anywhere I could borrow money from. 'Jaxon. You should ask him. Who knows, maybe he has some money to spare' I quickly dismissed that thought once it crossed my mind. He was only an adopted child that probably had nothing to his name. How was he going to afford to lend me four hundred and fifty thousand dollars for the kidney transplant?

The name Tyche- goddess of wealth- Smith was a name well known in the business industry. As far as Rodrigo had heard, she was a self made billionaire who had single handedly risen her fortunate to the top, yet till this day, she remained anonymous, only contacting those that she dimmed fit to be business partners. Which was why when Rodrigo got a call from a person claiming to be her, he was beyond excited, not caring that the time was a little bit too late for a business call.

Kaysea sounded giddy. Willa was flustered and she didn’t want to sound like she was holding back so she blurted out, “He asked me out to lunch after the meeting in our office. Frankly I was stunned because he did it in front of my dad and the rest of the folks that attended the Miller Dairy acquisition. You know that I just happened to have met him by happenstance at your place over the weekend. He’s pretty brazen if you ask me.” “That’s Grey for you. He’s a no holds barred kind of guy. I guess that’s what makes him so successful in real estate. He’s not much older than you Willa. Maybe just three years your senior and he’s about to be worth a billion dollars.”

I'm supposed to be his new secretary," I said in disbelief "Oh my god!" The nice guy burst out laughing so hard that tears filled his eyes. I just stand there staring at him in disbelief. Was I already fired before I even started? Did I just lose my dream job? Was my boss really that much of an asshole? I'm pulled out of my train of thought by a hand shaking my shoulder lightly. "What's your name, beautiful?" the nice man asks "I'm Meadow white," I say, still in shock "Nice to meet you, Meadow white. I'm Omar Agee, Jamey's best friend and president of Salvador Inc. Welcome to the Company, let me show you around."

Overnight, I transformed into the youngest tycoon in our city. Sigh… having too much money is its own kind of problem.