Multi Billionaire Novels & Stories

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” Lena snorted. “I’m guessing someone rich, powerful, and incredibly used to hearing the word yes.” “Rafael Blackthorne.” Her hand paused mid-air. The name was familiar. The tabloids. The real estate empire. The luxury clubs. The model girlfriends. The lawsuits. She glanced at him again—yep. It tracked. “Cool,” she said, unfazed. “Still going to need you to pay in cash if your card has more scandals than credit.”

I rubbed my eyes hard, trying to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, and then I read it out loud, slower this time, letting every word slice through me. “Marcello D’Angelo, president of Marcé Group of Companies… with a net worth of one hundred billion dollars.” I sat back in the chair, stunned into a paralysis so thick it pressed the air out of my lungs. Silence settled over me, heavy, suffocating. I leaned forward again, staring at the screen, rereading the same line over and over again, until a loud gasp ripped out of my lips. She was a fucking billionaire. She was wealthy.

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

she was excited to see the city and experience the fast-paced lifestyle of a billionaire. As they arrived in New York, Max took Her to his luxurious penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park. The apartment was stunning, with sleek modern decor and breathtaking views of the city. Max showed Her around the city, taking her to fancy restaurants, exclusive clubs, and high-end boutiques.she was amazed by the luxury and opulence that surrounded her. As they walked through the streets of Manhattan, Max pointed out his various business ventures, from high-rise buildings to trendy startups. She was impressed by his entrepreneurial spirit and his ability to succeed in such a competitive environment

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.

joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,

“I know why you married me.” Ava frowned. “What are you talking about?” Ethan let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Let’s not pretend, Ava.” Her stomach twisted. “You married me for my money,” he said bluntly. The words hit harder than anything else. “You saw a billionaire, and you took your chance.” Ava stared at him, stunned. “What…?” “I was just a means to an end,” he continued. “A way out. A way up.” “That’s not true—”

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

She asked while June busied herself with the news on Liam Fernando. Apparently, amongst over seven billion individuals on earth, she managed to offend a Multi-trillionaire with a conglomerate worth more than she could ever imagine. He had a net worth of eleven trillion dollars in assets only! He owned various businesses, companies, industries and stores all over North City. He was the biggest exporter akin to an absolute monarch and monopolist of the city. His influence dominated the political sector of North City, and he was also rumoured to be the king of the underworld. Everything he touched turned into gold, and he was named the king-maker of the City.