Nelson Torres Billionaire Novels & Stories

Ethan Cole stood out on the balcony of their huge island villa, the spot they'd run to for their honeymoon after Richard's bloody end. Waves crashed below in a steady rhythm, kind of like the pounding of his heart from last night's wild session. The merger had turned Cole Hale into a massive trillion-dollar company, with stocks flying high and the board fully on board. Down below, Alex splashed around in their private pool with Elena, her baby bump shining under the sun. Noah came out from inside, his swimsuit hanging low on his hips, the outline of his cock tempting through the fabric, and a towel thrown over his shoulder. "The kid's asking for you. Says he wants to build sandcastles with h

"I've been trying to reclaim my biological son for two years, ever since I discovered Victoria's plan to use him as leverage against Liam. I infiltrated her operation to protect him." "By working as her surgeon?" Agent Torres asked skeptically. "By positioning myself where I could intervene when necessary." Morrison met my eyes. "Mr. Blackstone, I understand you're upset. But Eli is my biological child. I have rights. And with your recent financial troubles, signing away your entire fortune, your assets frozen, criminal investigations into your father's business dealings, you're hardly in a position to provide for him." "You don't know anything about what I can provide.."

The other day, I casually mentioned on the call that I had no plans for the weekend and that I was going to spend it rotting in bed and enjoying my rent before it expired, and following that, Nelson credited my account with such a huge sum without asking me specifically for the required amount. He was on some generous drugs that had him spending with no limits, no second thoughts, no complaints, no regrets, and no delays. He sent me money without me asking, and when I asked him what it was for, he always said that a beautiful woman needed money for her maintenance and upkeep but I didn't need such large amounts for mine, now I was left with the choice of slowly learning to live in luxury. Gr

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.

I asked stiffly. "I want compensation obviously, but the question is if you can afford it. This white shirt happens to be my favourite and this wine is also very expensive and rare. It's a premium 1950 Madeira wine. It doesn't come off clothes easily. So, I hope you've realized what you just did. Not only did you ruin my favourite shirt, you also spilled my drink, which is the most annoying part!"

she said trying to wipe off her tears but fresh ones won't stop coming. "You are not beautiful, you are not wealth, you don't even have a good background, an orphan and to crown it all, you have an heart problem that you need a transplant, and you expect me to borrow funds for you. You don't worth it" Peter said and handed over an envelope to her. "You are getting married to the president's daughter?" She forced herself to yell in shocked, she read the envelope over and over again, as she couldnt believe her eye still.

He is a Tillionaire. .

"Or we move to appoint Denis as the interim head of Vane Holdings." I didn’t respond. Boiling, I took long strides out of the room before I would smash someone’s head against a wall. My father had built this empire, and I had expanded it into a global titan, yet I was being held hostage by those that hadn’t labored for it in the slightest. I needed to clear my head before I broke something, or someone.

I run my thumb over the embossed letters like they might reveal some hidden truth, or at least a way out. GABRIEL HUNT Founder & CEO, Hunt Capital I g****e him on my cracked phone. Battery is at 11%. The screen is so damaged I have to tilt it sideways to see the text through the spiderweb fractures. The results load slowly, the circle spinning while the train rattles through the dark tunnel. Then I wish they hadn't. Net worth: $4.7 billion. My vision blurs. I blink, hard, and read it again. Billion. With a B.