Poorest Billionaire Novels & Stories

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

Maisie chuckled. Biting her fork, Ryleigh said sulkily, “Even if you don’t earn money to raise your children, the money that Mr. Goldmann earns is more than enough for you guys to spend. He’s now the second richest person in the world. His total worth is more than ten million, not to mention that Blackgold earns a few millions each year. He’s just like a walking ATM.” The wealthiest person in the world was Yorrick, the descendant of the Hathaways in Yaramoor, and now Nolan was just a rank below him.

The manager turns to the poor girl who is shaking in her shoes, fearing for her minimal wage job. And suddenly guilt hits me. She is in trouble only because of me. Apparently, Elliot is big of an asshile who likes to practise his power over simple people who won't stand a chance against him. I stroke Milo's fur as my mind keeps racing, trying to come up with a solution to get rid of the dispute and show Elliot his place. "He is Mr. Elliot Ivanov. The youngest billionaire the world has seen and the most capable businessman of the decade." The manager announces. I can't help but scoff as a proud smile spreads through Elliot's lips.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

PICKING UP WHERE EVERYTHING IS LEFT OFF. SYNOPSIS OF BOOK 2 BILLIONAIRE'S STRIPPER DOLL: Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

The Monday after the gala felt unreal. Lena’s phone hadn’t stopped buzzing. Pictures from the party had exploded across the internet. Headlines read: “Who’s the Mystery Woman on Rafael Blackthorne’s Arm?” “From Assistant to It Girl? Meet Lena Carter.” “Power Couple in the Making?” Lena groaned and slid deeper into her coffee cup. “Two weeks ago, I was breaking up bar fights and refilling ketchup bottles,” she muttered. “Now I’m being shipped with the most un-dateable billionaire in Manhattan.”

She'd slept with a fucking billionaire! "Well you can't pull up a search on me and I'm pretty basic, judging by past events, I am also currently unemployed" Ava spoke up, she was joking but Conan could sense the underlying truth in her words. Ava looked out the window, the streets were becoming more familiar, they were closer to her home now. "At least I get to say I met a billionaire once in my life" She quoted wistfully, eyes still fixed on the streets as they passed in a blur.

"I don't believe that is reason enough to despise someone." "What are you trying to say?" Rory asked, returning to the chair to take a seat. "They hate him because he was born into wealth. His parents died when he was a child, and today he is the sole beneficiary of their fortune. He is the youngest billionaire. I heard from a source his parent's death was murder." She whispered.