Rich Guy Novels & Stories

Back Story. Richard Underhill was the new topic of conversation in New York. No one could escape the fact that the 25-year-old man was turning over a hundred million dollars in stockpiles. The young risk capitalist had an extremely successful year, and he had doubled his fortune within six months. Richard was the handsome, mysterious underdog with black hair and gray eyes that came from nothing and made a name for himself. He's tall, strong, and sharp, and many women had their eyes fixed upon him.

Natalie rolled her eyes at her friend's outburst and fixed her eyes on the screen. She began reading every word of it. Dante Rodrigo was the grandson of the world business mogul—Alaric Rodrigo—and Dante was one of the top five America most eligible bachelors—after his wife's death—having over a billion dollars company in America and other European countries, some African and Asian countries. In all, she had just clobbered the head of a man worth more than her entire existence and she thought her life couldn't get more complicated. Well, he might be a rich stuck-up asshole but once upon a time she'd been like him too but no one needed to know that.

Gifts worth more than thousands of dollars. With the power of just one person, Felicity’s lifeline which had been trampled, was restored immediately. Quera was a little dumbfounded at this sight of this. What? This Ordinary Man was really rich? He also had fifteen thousand dollars? “Damn it! He must have stolen money from his house!” “How can he be that rich? Isn’t he a fake local tycoon?” “Yes! He must have stolen this money! Brother Champion is the real local tycoon!”

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

"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.

Hesitated, then recovered quickly, like a man scrambling to keep his footing on slick ground. “I’ll need another twenty.” Of course. I’d been waiting for it. The greed always surfaced eventually. It didn’t matter how careful they pretended to be at first—how measured, how reasonable. Money loosened people. Made them stupid. Made them bold. I’d already heard whispers about Rico’s sudden “upgrade.” How he’d moved to this side of Nighthaven barely days after I paid him. Traded in his old apartment for something higher, louder, and more visible. Bought himself a flashy car he had no business driving. A watch that screamed new money to anyone who knew how to look.

Chris Richards stood in the doorway looking round the room, then he spotted Jason and walked towards him. He was tall and broad shouldered, his greying hair had been dyed back to it’s original ash blonde color. He was well dressed like always in a dark blue suit. He was the richest man in California and was known as a ruthless businessman who did anything to score a point in business. His personal life wasn't the best either. His four ex wives had all complained of how mean and abusive he was.

Ryan said with a bitter smile. "Bruh! Tell her more. That's not where the story ends. By the way do you know Richardo is the richest family in Asia and the renowned Jacob Smith takes care of this family as both of the heirs are working as cops in another country." She informed. Eva found they were too hard to digest. Richest family in Asia! She knew he was a cop and he went there for a mission. But that was new to her. She never expected him to be that rich. She just thought he did a decent job and they will earn money together to lead their life. But turned out he was filthy rich.

It's impossible to miss his hotness factor. There's no doubt about it, Vincent Valiant is one of the hottest rich men in America. He may be a Warren Buffett in investing and Bill Gates in technology, but he is a Robert Downey Jr. in looks. Some girls have all the luck. As with most beautiful people, word on the street is he's a major dick. Ruthless in business, little is known about his personal life because it's said he doesn't have one. But can you blame the man? It takes a lot of work to build a corporation as large as his in only ten years. You don't become a billionaire at age thirty-two by playing nice and cutting checks.

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "