My Life As A Billionaire Novels & Stories

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

“Really? I should let you go? I said, my voice rising. “Funny how you still have the energy to beg after everything you did.” “Please…” I didn’t answer. I’d never give him that satisfaction of begging me. I lingered a moment longer, letting the silence extend. Being a billionaire was supposed to feel like freedom. That was what the world believed when they saw the headlines. They didn’t see the boy who walked out of juvie with nothing but scars and a dark reputation. They did, actually. It just didn’t seem to matter anymore, even though people still talked about it. They didn’t see the years I spent building something legitimate after running with men who treated blood like currency before c

She looks up at me and smiles, “Hey, big bro. I still can’t believe you are my brother.” I laugh, “I can’t believe I have a little sister.” “So, what’s life like, being you?” “Crazy. Interesting and challenging for the most part.” She nods, “I thought being a billionaire, president, and all that made life easy.” I laugh, “No, it makes it worse. It makes you a target, it’s like walking around with a sign that says shoot me, and trust me someone did.” Her eyes widen, “Oh shit, sorry. That was insensitive of me.”

, I dropped and Noah jerked up, with confusion written all over his face. I could tell that he wasn’t expecting that part of the details. “What do you mean that it was his grandfather?” He asked calmly, searching through my eyes as though the answer to the question laid there. I took in a deep breath and quickly remembered that very night…the night I was summoned and the day my life took a different turn. Inasmuch as I was a billionaire, I was keen when it came to helping people who were in need. That was my hidden lifestyle, even if people close to me would never believe.

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

Lying on my king sized bed, I reminisced about my life in the past. Sometimes it felt like a dream. But it wasn't. I am now a billionaire without even having to do anything but one thing I don't do is that I don't let the wealth get to my head. I know what it is like being poor ans being trampled upon. I make sure to donate to charity every month and I'm working on a programme to empower the less privileged with skills for business. I had it all now. The fame, the money, the power, the authority, the name but one thing was missing.

“Well, I guess you didn’t miss a couple thousand since you’re a millionaire.” “Billionaire,” she whispers. “Billionaire? Man, to see how the other half lives.” “Like regular people, just in better houses,” she says. “And better cars, more vacations.” “Hmm. But we’re still people—with joys and problems, just like you.” “Problems? Like what—your favorite restaurant’s booked?” She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” “Look, I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just hard to see what problems a billionaire could have.”

It wasn’t just an allowance; it was a seismic transfer, a sum so large it felt less like money and more like raw power, liquefied and deposited into my name. My hands trembled slightly against the cool glass of the device. I sank onto the plush sofa, my legs suddenly felt unsteady to carry my weight. Everything felt like I was dreaming. Just days ago, I was a common girl working in a diner, then I was noticed. Then I married a billionaire. Now I was waking up to a car worth more than a lifetime of work, and a bank balance that still felt unreal. How true can this be? I’m a millionaire. It all made sense now. This was the prize they yearned for; the luxurious, lavish life that the women like

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.