Rich Guy Novels & Stories

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

He invited, gesturing to the other men on the table with his Head. “Or better still name your price since all you care about is fucking money!" Unable to resist his offer, Rian smirked as he waved them away , immediately he was all alone. Chuckling, Rian reclined on the chair he was sitting on and with a broad smile said, "how much You say." “Yes … I can make you rich. “ "Stop bluffing. I know you are rich but … you can't beat me at my game" he scowled in anger.

joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,

I was just about to scream aloud in pain when he got his friends to gag me. He felt a lot better after seeing me writhing and suffering in pain. He grabbed me by my chin. "Wanna know where all your hard-earned money ended up? She used the money to buy me shoes. Not those cheap stuff you call shoes—actual designer ones that cost upward of 10,000 dollars. "Haha! Look at you! All of your life savings is only worth no more than a single pair of shoes on my feet!" Upon hearing that, I clenched my jaw, anger simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't believe that all of my hard-earned money had been wasted on him just like that!

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.