Poorest Billionaire Novels & Stories

However, after William was diagnosed with a serious illness, his oldest son, Jayden Luxton, took over his empire. Who was Jayden Luxton? The youngest billionaire to secure the top place on the Forbes’ list. The man who had his foot both in the underworld and in the business world. Whose personal wealth could match up to that of a small country. The name that caused terror in the hearts of the people. Ordinary people might not have heard about him, but the influential figures present all sweat profusely hearing his name. Thankfully, they had done nothing to get into the bad books of Liam. Or else the consequences would be something they couldn’t afford, even if they slaved all their lives.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

Aria's POV "Ms. Bennett? This is Priya Anand, I write for the Style section — do you have a comment on the piece running tomorrow?" I stood in my kitchen with the phone against my ear and Elias on my hip, and something in my stomach dropped before she'd even said what the piece was about. "What piece." "About your business funding. There's a source alleging Bennett Interiors was built on undisclosed money from your ex-husband, and that you've misrepresented your client contracts as a result. I wanted to give you the chance to respond before we go to print."

Fanny shot a frown at him; he knew the situation was difficult to control especially now his staff were making jest of him through their murmuring. “I don’t blame you Rod Benson. You are only a product of grace. When I became a billionaire, you were still on the dark street struggling your feet out of poverty. You know the stuff I am made of. Rod you know I am not a gold digger. I was rich while you and your family were wallowing in poverty.”

He was familiar with the past. He was familiar with Greg's reputation. The one the world couldn't get enough of. The ruthless billionaire. The man who never stayed too long with anybody. The one who had it all, but never really cared about being close to anyone. That image had long been embraced by Greg years ago. It was easier. There were no expectations held for him. No promises. No vulnerability. No explanations. He had made a few errors. More than he could have cared for. He used to believe that success would take the place of anything else.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

Christian's head lifted, his jaw tightening as his gaze swept the people, catching curious stares like a laser sight. "They think you don't eat," I whispered, leaning forward, my voice shaking with laughter. Christian's eyes narrowed. "That's absurd. Of course l eat." "I know," I teased. "But to them, you're this mysterious billionaire who probably survives on fine wine and intimidation alone." He grunted, clearly unimpressed. "Don't get offended," I said, unable to resist poking further, "but I bet someone out there thinks you eat human hearts... maybe lungs... with caviar."

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

In fact, Charlie was not just a dangerous individual in existence, but also a master at PR. After all, what Bernard Arnault got out of the Randheli was something most billionaires—even the Rothschilds—would never even dare dream of. Out of the nearly ten billion people in the world, most hold some resentment toward the rich. Deep down, they know the wealthy built their fortunes by taking the value created by others, hoarding resources and wealth that should have been shared, all so they could keep making obscene amounts of money.