Poorest Billionaire Novels & Stories

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

I hung up the phone and shook my head in thought. I pity old rich men who always needs bounter hunters. It's either their daughter ran away from home, or their son stole their money and made away or their grandchildren. I quickly rounded up from the house and headed out. 💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫💫 The house was run-down and dirty. And there's no other house for miles. It screamed poverty and shrieked wretchedness.

She thought little about him or the fact that he knew her first name, there was so much of her he could find by searching online, she was a nobody, a common thief who just moved here a few weeks ago and she certainly wasn't the only woman in the city bearing the name Jasmin but he wasn't a nobody. As soon as she got home that day, Jasmin pulled out her phone and searched the "Inferno" alone and though the search were all unrelated to him, her eyes spotted the name Cainan Inferno as she scrolled through and she clicked on the name and there he was, the man she had met over a week ago and three days ago. They listed him among the top ten youngest billionaires in the country, according to Forbe

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

A look of surprise flashed before his eyes, and when he spoke next, his voice sounded intrigued. “Do you think half a million would in anyway affect my finances little girl? I own a multi billion dollar enterprise, the richest company in the country. Half a million is chicken change.” I nodded, not fully understanding what he had just said. I knew he was very rich, because I had heard a lot about him, but I did not know anyone could be that rich. I and my stepfather had lived in abject poverty, and our poverty had only gotten worse as his gambling addiction grew. How could I pay back such a huge sum of money in ten life times, let alone understand what it meant to be as rich as The billionai

she said and pulled us out from the desk. That is the answer to why she is fixing herself. We are about to see one of the youngest billionaires; he is the fourth. I don't see him in any news or any platforms because according to the social media account. He will sue a reporter or paparazzi that post his pictures. Zayn Grey, Blaine Texer, and Jacob Miller are the top three youngest billionaires. We all stood by the entrance. One black sleek Lamborghini parked in the middle. 2 bodyguard cars were parked on both sides.

Even though he was smiling, his tone had softened—he was serious. His words echoed in Amara’s mind: I didn’t grow up rich. Everything I have now, I worked hard to get… That’s when it hit her. There was so much she didn’t know about the man sitting next to her. She knew he was Mark Xavier Peralta—the youngest billionaire in the country, a genius in business, a star of the high society. But where he came from? What he’d been through to get here? She had no clue. And for some reason, that hurt.

To acquire such power requires travelling a difficult route, yet he had done it in a manner that not only filled him with pride but also filled his people with pride in him. This is Steve Darlene, the youngest billionaire in all of Perth and Fremantle combined. Even though his name is always included on the billboard chart as the most successful businessman, no one has ever seen his face. Even Steve's employees don't know who Steve is; he keeps his identity a secret.

he said I didn't mean to be nosy but then I asked John how he'd coped with Mr Ramirez, as I heard he had worked with him for a very long time. "He seems reckless, but then he has his moments, and one thing for sure he works hard, he seems hardened, like he doesn't have emotions but deep down am sure there's a soft spot" Mr. John confessed. "What about his family?" I asked "They stay in Mexico, his father owns one of the biggest resorts in Mexico, and the 2nd richest man in Mexico" John said. John and I talked about different things, the drive was a cheerful one and I got to know a little about John, and he was really a nice man.

Even if he were third- or fourth-hand, or had a whole bunch of kids outside, he would still be a highly sought-after catch. President of Westvale Group, the youngest billionaire on the wealth list, and on top of all that, a man whose looks could easily rival any top male star or supermodel. How could she be worthy of him? This was the best joke Esther had ever heard. “A hundred first-hand men wouldn’t compare to a single second-hand Mr. Westvale. Mr. Westvale, please don’t tease me!” Evander: “…” ***