Poorest Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

He spoke with a parfait straw in his mouth. “Tyleratte Brooke, I wish I was him.” “What do you mean?” I asked him with disgust. “Please, don’t tell me you don’t know the Tylerattes?” “Well I don’t.” “Tyleratte Brooke is listed as the richest billionaire in Singapore.” He replied, smiling mischievously. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

But in comparison, he had about two billion dollars while the poorest of Romeo's friends had about forty billion. How would he get over thirty eight billion dollars to defeat that person first? Then Andrew Malhotra, his wealth was almost hundreds of billions. His net worth in total was apparently ninety seven billion. How was he supposed to beat that too? From two billion to one hundred billion, was that even a journey possible in a period of a few weeks? Even if he became an armed robber, he couldn't make it. Then he didn't even want to think of Romeo. The Armani family were more popular than other billionaires because they were the first and only family in the entire city to be so close in

“Who said that?” “Ehm… it’s just speculation,” she stammered. “Speculations by the poor masses?” I tilted my head, my tone calm but razor-sharp. “Please. People without privilege will always try to tear down those above them. It’s human nature.” The journalist blinked, caught off guard. She tried to recover. “Alright, lastly… from the statistics, you’re currently the richest youngest billionaire in the city. What advice would you give to others aiming to make it in life?”

He said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.

I wasn't the man I used to be, but I wasn't a beggar either. My father thought he had stripped me of everything when Rachelle took the majority stake in Santoro Global. He was wrong. A Santoro always has a "Plan B," and mine was a private equity fund in the Cayman Islands that even the International Crime Commission couldn't touch. I was still a billionaire, but now I was a ghost billionaire. A king without a public throne.

She looks sad, and I have a feeling she knows him. "Do you know him?" I ask her. "Who doesn't know Zayden Alvarez?" she replies. Her statement makes my mom raise her head from the magazine she's been engrossed in, deep in thought. "You know him?" My mom asks Pamela. "Yes, I do. He's the youngest billionaire in New York, just as they've tagged him in the magazine. I saw him once in my father's company." "Your father?" My mom finally lets the magazine drop. "Are they business partners?"

David Cruz is the youngest billionaire bachelor in their generation. David owned different businesses, such as a five-star hotel and restaurant, one of the most famous malls in the country, and a law firm. At a young age, David managed to build his own empire, making him the most influential and popular bachelor.

" Vincent and I used to go to Slyvester’s house often." "So, you've known for a long time that he's rich?" As Terban's eyes flickered towards Chaylen, he was met with a blank expression. Though the other residents of the boarding house appeared nonchalant about their new acquaintances, Terban had done some digging and found out that Vincent and Kyle were sons of billionaires and were in elite circles. In contrast, Chaylen was the secret offspring of a conglomerate and seemed indifferent to social status - a highly commendable quality. Despite this, he had unwittingly befriended Vincent, Kyle, and Slyvester without knowing their immense wealth.

About her being a debt payment to a billionaire and the new villains that entered her life, I just let her voice it all out. I always wanted to tell her that…why not just me? I have a couple of money. I was born with a silver spoon and ten million dollars is just equivalent to cents for me. Being rich is a part of my name, of being me. Although she knew that, she only sees me as a person that is always to be approached during difficult times and to be approached if she’s feeling happy and needs someone to have a coffee with—I am just a friend. I tried so damn hard to express what I feel, what I truly am. That I am not just a beautiful woman, but also a woman who seeks to be with a gorgeous y