Multi Billionaire Novels & Stories

He is a Tillionaire. .

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.

“It's nothing, just rival companies trying to compel me to revoke the billion dollar deal” “Your billionaire deal”