Richie Rich Novels & Stories

He became super rich to the extent that calling him a billionaire is an understatement. Bruce Harry is a trillionaire! He is one of the secret wealthy men in Europe. He then came back to Denver after 19 years to establish himself and to look for his only daughter, Ella. He was still puffing out some smoke from his cigarette and watching the news in the business world on his multi-million dollar television when his phone rang. "Good morning, boss." The voice of Henry, one of Bruce's bodyguards, echoed deeply from the other end of the phone.

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Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

I was sipping a mango juice and it went to the wrong pipe and I chouckedked by the shock I got. “Mom! Are you okay?” came Tony’s voice as he patted my back. “I’m fine baby, eat your food” I manage to speak. They were looking at me with concern. I ruffled their hairs just to assure them that I was really okay. I went back to my phone. What the hell is going on? I know this face anywhere and I’ll never forget it because my kids have the same face. Christian Anderson of Anderson Enterprises. One of the richest people in America. He is a Billionaire. Goodness, I hate rich people. How the hell did I end up sleeping with one and having his babies.

He dropped his cell phone on the floor while he raised his head gently, glaring at the gun that Avalor pointed at him. "Now what, Avalor? I have done as you said. Now let Hilda go, and we all can go our separate ways." He pleaded. Richard is the number-one billionaire in the city of Los Angeles. He had the government and his armed forces under his command. I remembered how Ruthy talked about him back then at the company. "Have you cared if Hilda wants to go with you or not, Moron?" Avalor questioned. "Bring the damn gun down, Avalor!" I yelled out loud.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

I leave after that, get into my car, and ask the driver to take me straight to the office. When I reach my cabin, my assistant is already waiting with the briefing I’ve been wondering about all night, unable to sleep. “So, what did you find?” Betty Adams pushes her glasses up her nose, tapping something on her pad. “Well, as you asked, I’ve gathered all the important facts that have been published about the Richardson family in the past few months. They’re obviously one of the richest families in the world—top 20, to be exact—” “I know all that. Tell me about Harvey Richardson. What’s his deal?”

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.

"Sir, but they have no money. You saw it yourself, didn't you? They only have $4000 in their pockets. That's why I threw them out of the store. I felt what I did was right. Poor people like them are likely to steal." "Poor people? You said they were poor?" repeated Leuwis, raising his voice. "For your information, the man you call a pauper is the richest man in New York. He made the largest investment in the 'Black Rose'. If I hadn't come quickly, my boss would have fired me." What? The richest man in New York? Nora's mouth fell open. She really couldn't believe what she had just heard. How could such a wealthy person bring only $4000 to an expensive jewelry store?