Power And Wealth Novels & Stories

CLARA. “What?” I reply innocently. “I grew up around businessmen too.” Men way smarter than you. His fingers stay against my thigh for a second too long. I take another sip of my coffee calmly while he internally short-circuits. “You speak about power very comfortably,” he says after a moment. “I grew up comfortable,” I reply. “That isn’t the same thing.” “No?” I tilt my head. “Wealth is power. Old wealth is worse.” His gaze sharpens slightly at that. “And which one are you?”

He replied. I sat up fully, pulling the sheets around me as I turned to face him. "Money is fleeting. It can be given, it can be taken away. No amount of money you give me will ever make me truly untouchable. But power? The right kind of power? That’s what makes a person unstoppable. It’s what makes people bow when you walk into a room, what keeps your name untarnished, what ensures that no one, no man, no law, no circumstance can dictate your life."

I looked between the two of them, feeling the weight of their trust press down. More than soldiers, more than subordinates, they were staking their faith in me to hold this kind of power. I clasped my hands on the desk and spoke, firm, decisive. “Then it’s settled. The people will never know this wealth exists. And they don’t need to. This isn’t for them — not directly. But every bridge, every school, every factory we desperately need will rise from it. And when they see it, they’ll believe it was just Aeternum efficiency at work.”

“I don’t feel, I achieve. Wealth is not about emotions, it's about power. And power belongs to those willing to take it.” The hall fell silent for a beat. Then the applause came. It was loud, thunderous, waves crashing against me. Cameras clicked, people cheered, and I stood still, cold and steady, as though I had only confirmed what they already knew, Damian Blackthorn was untouchable.

About honour. But they were fools to think that way. Thinking like that would only tie one back. Power was all about leverage. It was about creating fear in the heart of the weak. It was about uncovering the secrets of the mighty and using it to your own advantage. That is what power has always been. That was what power was about. Not what people made it to be.

The quiet agreements, power of leverage I have that equals influence that doesn’t need signatures. Papa wasn’t just rich, he was embedded. His wealth wasn’t something you could lose overnight. It was the kind built to survive wars, replace governments, bury or dig up scandals. The kind designed to outlive the man who started it. And somehow… it’s mine. The realization hits me in waves Sometimes when I’m sitting at his desk, staring at numbers that don’t feel real. Or when men twice my age look at me carefully, bowing in respect and measuring their words, begging for support for their businesses or adjusting their posture because my last name suddenly matters more than my experience.

“This is the part where you realize the board doesn’t move to the end of your table anymore.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Money,” he said. “Assets. Islands.” He laughed again, arrogantly this time. “I haven’t cared about money in decades.” I tilted my head. “Of course you haven’t. Money is just scaffolding.” His eyes sharpened slightly. “Power,” I finished, “is the finishing touch.” The room felt tighter, all figures in the room refusing to let anything or anyone out of their sights. I tapped the phone again.

He placed a stamped document on the table. "Henry, these are the Shaw family's last three remaining commercial properties and last remaining mansion, all transferred to your name. As long as you come back to us, we'll listen to whatever you say. Your parents will work like oxen for you to make up for the twenty years we owe you." Violet stood at the very back, her eyes red and her voice hoarse. "Henry, I've realized my mistake now. I was stupid to trust that madman. Please forgive me and come home with us!"

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“Money corrupts, and absolute money corrupts absolutely.” “That’s power, darling, and even a poor man can do evil with a dollar.”