Poorest Billionaire Novels & Stories

My boyfriend's childhood friend had set her sights on the one keepsake my mother left me. She wheedled and needled at me for weeks, but I never gave in. A few months later, my boyfriend came to me again, saying his business had failed and left him buried in loan-shark debt. He said that if he couldn't pay it back, the collectors would cut off his limbs. To help him settle it, I handed over every cent I'd saved, even my mother's bracelet. That same night, while I was working at the club, I overheard a conversation in one of the private booths. "Eric, if it weren't for Donna's idea to have the rest of us play loan sharks and put on this whole act with you, there's no way your girlfriend

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

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.

when I was younger, my parents had it rough taking care of me,so I had to take part-time job to see myself through college but that was then , because my mom went back to the university to finish her course and now she works in a bank. but still sends them money to take care of my baby girl.her ten years birthday is at hand and I promised to take her out, which is the reason I need to get a new job as quick as possible. I hopped into the shower after I was done I went to my closet to look for clothes to wear,I settled for my check long sleeve shirt and pencil mouth skirt, with the kind of job of job am looking at I think I need to go for shopping

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

“And?” “And that makes you leverage.” She frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means hurting you becomes a way to hurt me.” Aria blinked in disbelief. “Why would anyone care about hurting you?” A humorless smile touched his lips briefly. “You really don’t know who I am.” “No.” For the first time, Lucien seemed genuinely surprised by something. Then he walked toward a nearby table and tossed a magazine onto it. Aria looked down. Her breath caught. The cover showed Lucien standing beside politicians and businessmen beneath flashing cameras. LUCIEN MORETTI: THE BILLIONAIRE KING OF NEW YORK. Her eyes widened slowly.

"You don't need to threatened Mrs. Woods, something stupid offer like that is ridiculous. She doesn't need your pitiful investment!" Under the surprise gazed of everyone except for Jate who was lazily laying on the sofa winking on his wifey. A group of old rich mens and womens trudged into the office. The man who had spoken earlier was the billionaire, and the richest man in the city Mr. Zayn Julhs 'a friend of Jate'. Following behind him were several middle aged men and women, each of them dressed smartly in an expensive clothing. There was no doubt that they were old millionaires and big shots in the city. Nobody can provoke them.

Annabella said and Cindy groaned "Why!!!" She shouted "Because I don't know how to act,I don't even know what to wear" Annabella said "You should have at least asked me" Cindy said "He said I should give him date later" Annabella sighed "Good,tomorrow night would do" Cindy smiled "So...will you tell me about him?" Annabella asked and Cindy smiled "You came to the best" she grinned and cleared her throat "Actually for the past eight years,Thadeus Storm has been declared and known as the richest billionaire in the world,until three years ago" Cindy said and Annabella listened with total interest

And for the first time since I met him, he wasn't the one in control. ​I was. ​The "Billionaire's Debt" had just become the most dangerous thing in the city. And I wasn't sure if either of us was ready to pay it.

For centuries, these three powerful and wealthy families had consistently occupied the top three positions on the list of the world’s wealthiest dynasties. So, in the realm of affluence, Zacchaeus “Chaos” Spencer Battenkurt, the playboy billionaire, belonged to a whole new and different kind of echelon, a level of wealth that transcended the ordinary. His wealth was completely unparalleled, placing him in a league of his own kind.