Nelson Torres Billionaire Novels & Stories

She herself was like Layla once she was from a poor Village in Namibia and just a chance encounter with a billionaire she is now married to him staying in a multi billion dollar property life was really something. Linda quickly brought in their snacks and walked so not to disturb them. " Here are the snacks feel free to help yourself, I just want to eat something quickly before we start our session" Melody explained to her. " No feel comfortable I do not mind at all. I heard your husband saying you also studied medicine but you never practiced would you mind sharing why." Melody laughed a little. " Giovanni is a possessive man who does not want to share with anyone, in medicine you work fo

The document on my lap shows everything, still, it's hard. Baron leans in and rubs my shoulders and strokes down to my back. Veronica on the other hand is perched beside me, happy. Her eyes scan the papers and she gasps nonstop. I know that look. That confirmation of ‘we’re rich’ look. Screw that, ‘we’re super rich!’ Made, even. But I focus on the lawyer, needing him to spill everything. “Before your father died,” Mr. Torres starts as if he knows my demand. “He had the money invested in shares of a new energy company.”

However, he might need to reconsider this year’s partnership candidate…. Oliver almost shat his pants when he heard this news. He was angry enough to want to personally hack the virus creator into bloody pieces. He raised the reward money to 5,000,000 dollars! 5,000,000 dollars for the person that could help his company take down the virus. 5,000,000 dollars! The hacker world fell into an uproar. 5,000,000 dollars to take down a virus. This was easy money, many clamored to do it. The news was so big that even Cole found out about it.

Dube stepped out, already opening the back door for me. “My employer would like to meet you,” he said. I swallowed hard. “…Who is he?” For a brief moment, he hesitated. Then— “Neil Morrison.” The name hit like a shockwave because I knew it. Everyone did. He was a billionaire, an industrial giant. A man whose name carried power in every room it was spoken in. My heart started racing. “That’s not possible,” I said under my breath. Mr. Dube met my gaze steadily. “It is.”

"We'll catch up. Now, tell me something, how exactly did you know Nico?" "Well, he's my cousin's boss. Rich as fuck. Owns only the best clubs in Stonehaven and the entire United States of America. So I met him when my cousin introduced us, telling Nico that I was a good artist. I think I gave him the inspiration bottle for one of his breweries." "So he's an entrepreneur." "Yeah, and heading on to become the first trillionaire in that line of business." "Trillionaire? How is it even possible he comes out like that?"

"Who is that?' I asked the lady who asked the question. It had been a long since I heard someone call that name, and it was indeed a breath of fresh air. "A multi-billionaire. Apparently, the Nelson's have been trying to make their business reach like his. His company is everyone's competitor in the market. Nelson's cooperation is like not even at the top of the food chain because of the squabbles among the children." I shook my head. "I just wanted a job. I just don't think I am a billionaire. If I were related to one, I would have known. But what do you mean by squabbles among the children of the CEO?"

Not only did he transform from a poor guy who delivered food to a mega-rich with billions or even tens of billions in assets, he even had a close relationship with the cabinet minister of South River Province. How incredible! When everyone came back to their senses, they stood up quickly even though they had only just sat down after toasting David. “Mr. Nelson, you’re being too humble. How could you toast us? We should be the ones toasting you!” “Yeah! We should be the ones toasting you! Everyone, raise your glasses, and let’s give Mr. Nelson a toast!”

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.