Rich Guy Novels & Stories

He lives alone as he enjoys the peace and quiet. On getting down from the car. “Sir?” Luck called He turned and looked at him “Your father requested your present at the old mansion,” he said. Eric not responding left him standing there and went inside. What a day. Erich MacMillies, the richest man in the whole of South America and beyond. Started his own business at the age of 19 and has been running it till this date, now the business has branches everywhere all over the country. With different rivals. He owns his own mafia den and nobody dares challenge him. The press and cops have been in and out of the Mafia ring but not knowing who owns it. Because they all know him as Andrew Richardson

she paced up and down the living room. Perry held his amusement after listening to the whole story. “He’s a single 44-year-old billionaire, good looking … very … I might add … and single … have I mentioned that already? Even if he’s not a billionaire it would be weird for someone like him to be single … I’m sure his strangeness had a lot to do with that,” her judgemental hat was talking.

"Now who's being stupid? You can't shoot a United States senator they'd lock you up and throw away the key." "What do you think Gideon and his guys are gonna do to them, invite them out for a beer?" " I don't wanna think about it." "So don't, you want some ice cream?" "Ice cream, he has ice cream in here?" "Did you look in the refrigerator? Dude was planning for Armageddon." "Yeah, but ice cream wouldn't it go bad?" "Who knows what goes on in the head of the rich and crazy? I'm sure he has it restocked every few months or something."

He added. "But I hate that guy." "You'll just have to respect him, the fact remains that he is the richest man and he's just bought this street." He said and my eyes widened. "What do you mean he just bought this street?" I asked angrily. "Have you checked the street? It's not as busy as before, he bought it yesterday evening." He answered. "He can take you away from us and we don't want that, don't do anything that will jeopardize our future."

Take note also of the fact that he is sitting right next to me. I'm so amazed not only in his car but everything. As a harlot, I never thought that I'll be ever experiencing this kind of thing. Sitting in a fancy car next to a rich man that could pass already as my sugar daddy. What? He's older than me and rich! Aren't these the traits you need to consider when looking for a sugar daddy? "A penny for your thoughts?" he intervened in my thoughts with his cold yet calmed voice. What am I even talking about, hmm? Well, aside from appreciating how luxurious and cool this car is, I think I'm also praising his undeniably gorgeous physique for a man. Well, of course, I'm not mentioning that to him.

CHAPTER 290 The fat man was shocked, his jaw nearly dropped to the floors he watched Richard push a cart of chips towards them. Did this fellow really exchange five hundred million dollars worth of chips? Not only the fat man shocked, but all the onlookers echoed his surprise as well. Who knew this man was so rich? Who was he? Oh God!

He looked like a supermodel. "Good evening Mr. Richards. Nice to see you in one piece," said Mr. Jackson, Damian's arch-business nemesis. "Same to you Mr. Jackson. I love your jacket. Very stylish. But it seems to have been cut half your size, just like your recent profits."

I didn't know who the man who saved my life was, but he had to be rich to afford to buy a place like this. A moment later, the door of the bedroom opened again, and my lifesaver entered. His black hair was slightly ruffled, as if he combed it over and over again with his fingers. The lower part of his cheeks, jaw, and chin were covered by a light shade of one-day stubble. He was wearing a loose, black sweatshirt with a V-neckline and a pair of jeans. Our eyes met, and his full lips stretched into a sultry smile, causing my heart to trip over itself. “Jackie said that you woke up.” He slowly walked toward me and sat on the bed.

To this Richard said in an irritated manner, "Enough of your bullshit crap!!" They kept silent for a moment. Richard broke the silence by telling, "My life is not what it looks like...Being rich, happy, satisfied and contended is what people sees in me...However it's exactly the opposite...Am poor in love...sad on the inside. I don't actually know why am sharing you this but let me tell you that today was my birthday!!!"

Mel smiled, "The first thing you need to know is that your husband is the richest man in this City." My mouth fell in surprise, "Richest?" She nodded, "Yes. He is thirty-six, his company is number one in the country and he has subsidiaries all over the world. People say he is arrogant, mean, short-tempered, and unapproachable. However, I believe that to successfully hold the position he holds and sit on so much wealth, you have to show the same traits, otherwise, people will think you are weak and your status will be in danger.