Multi Billionaire Novels & Stories

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

"Yes. This will be done by us. Don't worry about it; I have money, and my boss has given me additional money so that we can cover our costs." "It looked like your boss had an extraordinary amount of wealth! I wouldn't be surprised if he was worth a million dollars!" She had a hunch that he was worth at the very least a million dollars, but she couldn't be sure. It was necessary for me to correct her, so I said, "A billionaire," and she agreed with what I had said. Fatima, you are entirely correct; he does have a net worth of one billion dollars.

But not me. Definitely not me, I believe that even the most flawless person in the world has one mole. That means that this billionaire is no exception. That billionaire is Allistair Montero. The multi-billionaire that owned several businesses that you wouldn't even notice, the food you're eating is from one of his restaurants or maybe one of your cars are from one of his car companies. It's strange how he's so rich when his family just owned the sugar-milling industry ages ago. That means something must be happening. I existed to find that secret out and expose it to the people.

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

She hesitated before answering. “Elena Romano.” The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Miss Romano. I hear you’re in the market for a new ally.” She straightened. “Who’s asking?” A low chuckle. “Someone who can help you bury Killian Graves.” Elena’s pulse quickened. She already knew who it was. Marcus Langley. A billionaire with just as much power as Killian—except he preferred to stay in the shadows, pulling strings instead of making himself a target.

Milana said with a pout. Don't worry he is someone great, Ophelia said with assurance. Who is he? Is he some kind of assistant to a billionaire son, is he some kind of wretched person who gets me here through connection? Milana yelled almost crying. He is a billionaire, Milana I swear to God, it's just that I can't introduce him to you now but I will surely do when it's time. Ophelia said consoling her. Are you sure? Between him and Dave Sinclair who is richer? Milana asked with a pout.

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 agreed, “maybe next time, you should try asking me for help. I can come with the boys and we will help you. There's no need to waste money.” I smiled at him, “I never thought I'd see a billionaire telling me about money management.” I teased, “One, I'm not a billionaire, my father is. I think I'm more of a millionaire.” He said. It didn't sound like he was trying to brag, he was simply honest. “Two, billionaires know a whole lot about money management. How do you think they got there? That's why most of them are minimalists.” He did have a point. I nodded in agreement.

"Who are you?" "We’re the people your fiancé owes money to," he said as he pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "Brian borrowed two hundred thousand dollars in your name yesterday morning. Secured against your personal assets and your bank accounts. Since he’s nowhere to be found, the debt falls to you." I stiffened.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.