Patrick Healy Billionaire Novels & Stories

He turned to his computer, launching searches that spanned high-profile politicians, corporate leaders, and even entertainment figures. Then he found it. The moment his eyes landed on the global billionaire rankings, he froze. That was why the face seemed familiar. He'd only seen the man in articles, interviews, and financial features, never in person. Rex, also known as Elias Hale, was the CEO of Lyrex Global and the world's fourth-wealthiest individual.

“I know you would think this part isn’t necessary, but it is more than necessary.” How did he know I’d see it like that? “Being my contracted wife, you need to know things about me—for media purposes. You’ll be called in for interviews and events, and I don’t want us looking fake in front of the media.” Fair enough. I went straight into his bio. He attended Harvard University, United States. Graduated with first-class honors in Accounting and Economics. High school? Philips Academy Andover. Family of three. His parents died a few years ago, and he was made CEO of Armen Corps.

“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.

Brooklyn's POV I sat on the edge of my bed for a long time after leaving Daisy's room. My father's secret cell. I turned the words over and over. They didn't get more comfortable with repetition. Patrick Weston was a billionaire who owned a school and ran a firm and moved through the world like someone who had never once been told no. The idea that a man like that had somewhere private — somewhere he put people who had become inconvenient — was not actually as surprising as it should have been.

Emery queried. "You have a rich boyfriend. Tell him you need some money and he will disburse the funds to you. I have made my findings about him. Benhail Gunther, the CEO of Gunther's winery, the youngest billionaire in the whole of Texas. Common, don't be lame. Just do what I want you to do and get your sister freed. I don't mind inflicting pain on your friend's ass, you know I have never liked her and seeing her makes me so angry." She heard the shrill cry of Lola and fear gripped her insides.

We walked down the hall to the very last room. “Just so you know, Dutton,” Paul informed. “Our dorm room is not like the others. Nathan’s dad and grandfather are billionaires.” I gulped, “Billionaires?” “Nathan is the heir to the Michaels Investment Group,” Paul stated. “Paul, you don’t have to tell people that,” Nathan said, rolling his eyes. “Wow,” I stared at Nathan in amazement. “Your grandfather is my idol. Michaels Investment Group made two hundred and seven billion dollars last fiscal year, that’s approximately ninety-seven billion net profits.”

All he knows is an adopted child when his adoptive parents tell stories. “Thank you, Dad, I just didn't think that all this time, I had turned out to be a billionaire!” William said proudly. “Yes, this is how Dad is now, your Grandpa and Grandmother have owned Albert's company from the beginning. So, when they die, Dad will inherit everything, now I will leave it to you! Tomorrow we will go to the office together,” said Mr. Joyce, who took the rice and put it down. On William's plate.

He raised his head up and looked at the opening of the front door. His second wife, Ma Peyton, walked into the house after eavesdropping on their conversation. She sat on the chair and poured him some orange juice in the cup. “You are back? That was quick ” His calm and bright self came back in no time. “Harper, what exactly are you still doing with those people? If you keep them, the news might spread and be revealed that she is actually your biological daughter. You don't want your company to go bankrupt , right?”

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

he smiled at the thought of his game plan. Sean Herald. He’s the owner of Herald Monopolies of Businesses and of most businesses in the world; all sorts of transportation, entertainment companies, real estates, banks, technological and research facilities, academic institutions, and many more to specify. Even the mafia was within his authoritarian powers. No one ever imagined that the commoner he used to be would rise as the richest person in the world from the rags of his sweets processing start-up.