Old Money Names Novels & Stories

THE O’BRIEN’S The last name O’Brien was a really popular name in Mexico. The name alone has different billion dollar fashion designing companies and brands re-presented under it and it's controlled by an old man in his 70's. Old man O’Brien was what everyone calls him. He was among one of the top five richest man world wide and his children takes after him. Speaking of children, the old man has two. A boy and a girl and together, they gave him four grand children.

The fury in her eyes excited him. ‘Old money’ rich people hate people like he and his brother, 'new money' who grew up in poverty. If he were to have the daughter of the woman who is the epitome of 'old money' as his pet, then that would give him leverage on the 'Dawson' contract. "I want you to be my pet, Miss Lawson.” "What?" "Be my pet until I demand a specific 'anything'." "No.” "No? How much is your liver worth."

Officer Miller replied, his voice calm but firm, like he was piecing together a puzzle I didn’t yet see. “Are you familiar with a man named Oliver James?” Officer Pennet chimed in, flipping through a small notepad. I frowned. “No. Should I know who that is?” “Maybe you’ve heard of his business? It was formerly named Copper Clients Corp.” The name struck me like a cold splash of water. Copper Corps? My heart skipped. “My father used to do business with them,” I said slowly, memories coming back like fragments of a dream. “Until he couldn’t afford the inflating prices and sold his company to pay everything back—his employees, the contracts. We moved to a farm shortly after.”

“Since I’m providing the house rent-free, you two should handle the food, utilities, and other bills. Haha!” “No problem, we’ll take care of everything else,” Alice replied. She didn’t have a credit card yet but had plenty of money in her savings account linked to a debit card. She had no plans to get a credit card since she could always use her debit card. Among the three friends, none of them lacked money. Although Odette’s family was large, her parents were financially well-off, running a successful real estate business with projects all over the city and nearby states. Johnson’s family had what people call "old money," meaning their wealth was inherited through generations. His father ha

Bennet. “Look at his sweaty body. His muscles make him look scary, don’t you think?” “He’s your oldest son, Mrs. Bennet. His name is Owen.” “I like that name. I remember reading it in the baby book. It means noble.” Mrs. Bennet gave them an Irish history of how the name came to be, chatting the whole time. Then she paused mid-sentence. “Tell the maids I’m ready for my bath.” It was an order from the lucid Mrs. Bennet. The one used to order people around.

"Well, since there are rightful heirs to the Oldenland, consider what I've taken as purchased. I'll give you three hundred million dollars for it." It was a gesture of honor, as much as it was a fair price. '300 million dollars?' The last scion of the Oldenland was stunned, hardly believing how honorable the victor was. There was no hint of forceful plundering. He was won over, through and through. Alexander was not just blowing smoke. He whipped out his smartphone right there and made a hefty transfer through his Global UnionPay account. What the others did with their money was beyond his control. The seven chiefs watched the funds hit their accounts and broke into wide grins, the Old Seven