Multimillonario Novels & Stories

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.

I gasped, blinking disbelievingly. Mr. Stevens cleared his throat. "Mr. Montero was a very wealthy man, Miss Mills. A billionaire to be exact. And before his untimely death, he left a sizable sum to you." My knees tried to go out from underneath me, and I leaned against the doorframe to stay upright. A billionaire? Torin? How the hell—the man I knew lived in a compound, not a mansion. He rode a motorcycle, not flew in a private jet. "How… How much?" I managed to croak out.

Dad said with a condescending expression. Yeah, here we go. Position, power, and wealth really did put him above the clouds. My father was so arrogant about his achievements as a general and his vast wealth. Old money like him should be humble, but he was the opposite. “We're just dating, so I don't really know how many businesses he has. All I know is that he owns an IT company called Pequira, which is listed as a Unicorn company and will soon rise to Decacorn status. I think you understand my explanation and can figure out how many billion dollars he earns every month. That's just one company, while he has various business octopuses that I don't know where they are. You can ask Leopold you

“By the way,” “What?” “Do you happen to know Matthew Zarsuelo?” He froze mid-step, eyes widening. “Matthew Zarsuelo? Don’t tell me, he’s the guy we talked about last night?” I nodded. “Yes. The one who owns a company.” “Shit, you really dug your own grave.” he muttered. “Is he one of the evil rich?” My stomach tightened. Is that why he wants me to work for him? Revenge? “He’s not that bad,” Lyndon said. “But he’s one of the youngest multi-billionaires in the country. He owns Grand Finance.”

She said and Marcus raised his brows in confusion. "Club one-trillion is for trillionaires, people and business organizations that make trillions but we haven't gotten to that level so that's the obstacle to obtaining the Fashion house"she said and Marcus finally understood. "I'm sure we can do something about it right?" He asked, "Yeah we can, currently we are making billions daily but the only way we can get to the trillion is if we secure another one billion dollar deal, our only enemy is time" she said, "how?" he asked while Monalisa rolled her eyes, but Priyanka continued explaining

he reproaches with disdain. The young woman senses the sarcasm, which annoys her. "If you think your demeanor is going to make me uncomfortable, you're very wrong," she reveals, to the millionaire's surprise. "It's true, I was born into a golden crib, but life hasn't treated me that way. You don't need me, but your son does. If I'm here, it's for me, not for you. It's part of my process... Let's not fool ourselves, you know my life. You know my ex-husband cheated on me, and I lost my baby. Even today, I'm still lactating. I need this, Ayden."

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

“Then your specialty. Whatever’s strongest.” I hurried away, my brain doing laps. Who is he? Why is he here? Is he a spy? A bored billionaire? A very attractive vampire? I whipped up the drink in record time, but when I got back to the stool, he was gone. Empty. The only thing left was the scent of mint and a crisp five-hundred-dollar bill. What the hell? I thought, staring at the money. He just vanished? Like a ghost with a high-end tailor? He didn't even taste the drink!