Rise Of The System Trillionaire Novels & Stories

My personal life was sealed behind layers of privacy. All they could find was Dr. Isla Vale, founder of Vale Systems. Education: PhD in Computer Science. Previous work: classified due to NDAs. That was it. No photos from before three years ago. No family information. No history. I was a ghost who'd suddenly materialized as a genius. Exactly as I'd planned. Vale Systems was worth fifty million dollars by the time the twins turned three. I'd turned around five major companies. Each one had been on the verge of collapse. Each one was now thriving.

When everyone pulled away, leaving him alone to deal with the mess. That time, out of nowhere, a mysterious investor appeared. Never introduced himself in person. Only one name was recorded in the system, QE. He thought it was a pseudonym. Whoever it was, had put up huge capital without ever showing up or making demands. That money had been the savior-the foundation of Lancaster's comeback. And now, he stood on the brink again. Hours later, in the main boardroom of Lancaster Industries' headquarters, Damian stood in front of a large screen, monitoring the red graphs that loomed in a sharp dive.

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.

Rhezi interfered to steal her kids' attention. "By the way, Mr. Montreal, I haven't thanked you properly—" "No need," Kraius immediately cut off Jericho's words. Jericho became silent at that before glancing at Rhezi, meanwhile, Kraius' mischievous aura suddenly vanished. He slightly adjusted himself and took a glimpse of the man beside him. Jericho Bailey, a restaurant magnate and the Montreal family's rival when it comes to Turkish restaurant businesses.

I ask. I raise an eyebrow. Isn't it cheesy? It's like every time someone has a break up, let's go get a freakin makeover y'all! I roll my eyes. She is not going to put me in heels. I refuse. "Yes. They do sucks." She states. I pout and slap her arm. "That's offensive." "Well, I'm meant to be truthful right?" She says. I narrow my eyes at her. Criza smiles at me, innocently. "Well you are working for an ultra hot billionaire, so I would think you would at least try Gale."

She herself was like Layla once she was from a poor Village in Namibia and just a chance encounter with a billionaire she is now married to him staying in a multi billion dollar property life was really something. Linda quickly brought in their snacks and walked so not to disturb them. " Here are the snacks feel free to help yourself, I just want to eat something quickly before we start our session" Melody explained to her. " No feel comfortable I do not mind at all. I heard your husband saying you also studied medicine but you never practiced would you mind sharing why." Melody laughed a little. " Giovanni is a possessive man who does not want to share with anyone, in medicine you work fo

It was my third attempt to escape, but my father’s lackeys had done a pretty bang-up job keeping me in this horrible mansion since our engagement was official with a freaking twenty-five million dollars. My fiance was a private person despite being a self-made billionaire. He was known to be a whale on Wall Street. I was curious to look for him online, but I might not going to like what I would find out. If Jasper was right, his brother, Cas did all the public appearances since he was the expert in cryptography—he was the face of the decentralized digital currency called Centhaddeus or known as CENTH by the Crypto marketers. My heart had been beating a million a mile since Jasper caught me s

Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am.

After decades of relentless warfare, no nation was left with viable infrastructure, food supplies, or a capable military force. This precipitated an international economic collapse, during which the nations of the world—ravaged by war and having forgotten its origins—found themselves ensnared in a nightmare partly of their own making, yet primarily orchestrated by the manipulative investments of the Royal Central Bank. As society crumbled, citizens united to overthrow many who sought power. It was during this tumultuous period that the Royal Central Bank emerged from their bunkers, offering to lead the planet's reconstruction. With the global debt to the Bank wiped clean, a new monetary syst

I accept their fear like a wound. They shove me. The pavement stings and my pride with it. My father watches, like a judge cataloguing the evidence for a later sentence. He will say nothing now. He will go home to sit with silence and assemble the reasons why the son he raised was suddenly a headline. Inside the marine, I think in ragged bursts. Fuck Daniel. The thought is sanctifying. He took my family and my name. He has built a scaffolding made of the world’s gullibility and now he will live as I bleed. There are maps in my head—shipping routes, offshore corporate filings, half-forgotten memos. I was a man of numbers and engines, of satellites and silos. Titan is not just a company. It is