Rumah Miliarder 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

He is a Tillionaire. .

It's Enzo De Luca we are talking about here. He's a multi billionaire if not a trillionaire. He owns several clubs, hotels or restaurants around the world so that man is damn rich. Let's not talk about how much money he gets from the mafia itself, making him thrice as rich as he already is. Like I said, the inside of the mansion was even more beautiful than outside. Everything was beautifully arranged and very clean. There were few men inside the house. Some were watching the TV, some were eating, some were talking and laughing among themselves.

He’s almost better than me in the cooking department. His--our mansion speaks volume of his wealth, his accent shows he's of the elite class, that he comes from money. A man who is that rich should have someone who fights his battle for him, do the dirty jobs. There should be people running around our big house because it requires a lot of maintenance which I can't handle alone but there is none, no single person but us. Maybe he gave them a break for us to have privacy but I doubt it. Trailing an imaginary line on the bridge of his nose, I ask, "Has… has it always been this way?" He grabs my hand, bites down on my fingertips and a shiver runs down my spine.

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....

Standing under the shower, she recalled the day she threw herself into the arms of Duong Alden, the young heir of an empire that spanned luxury casinos, grand hotels, construction companies, and prestigious hospital chains. Emma knew Alden was a top-tier playboy among the wealthy elite. He loved racing, changed lovers like changing clothes, and was infamous for both his extravagance and ruthlessness. His name commanded both admiration and fear. At first, when she set her ambitious sights on him, Emma thought it would be nearly impossible to catch his eye—let alone manipulate him. But then, a golden opportunity presented itself, as if the heavens had gifted it to her, and she seized it withou

, he replies and a big smile casts on his face again. "Agreed. She is really a nice girl. I hope she becomes as great as her father", he says and they both sharing a smile walks out. Getting inside the car and bidding bye to Mr. Roger the car moves ahead toward their company. Emma, still smiling when asks George, "Why did everything in his house speak about money?", she asks naively. "Because he is a filthy rich man. He runs the biggest casino in the world. And also has some illegal businesses like smuggling such expensive things. That's why there is a building when you enter and then a secret palace of his", he informs and Emma's face left all the colours.

She put her hand on her ear and whispered the information she gathered about the five men so far. When Ryan heard the information, her eyes widened in shock. “IS THAT TRUE?!” Ryan shouted, sitting on four legs. If she has a tail, it’ll probably wag in excitement. “I heard that they are rich. But not to that point!” “Believe me, my friend, my heart of capitalism beat so hard when I learned that my possible brothers-in-law are billionaires. I dreamed of bathing in a bathtub full of dollars.” The two crazy women looked at each other and laughed so hard.

There was no way she could even get it out of her head because it was all that occupied her at that moment. ‘Two billion dollars? A slush fund?’ It was crazy no matter how many times she thought of it. Mill’s estate alone was worth hundreds of millions, not counting the unshared properties scattered across America and Europe. The will. But this money could set fire to everything. Ruin this. Cause bloodshed. ‘Does Malcolm know about this?’ she continued to wonder. If he did, how come he was still calm and chill? How was he still leaving Irina and her kids to mess with him? If he wanted, he would just expose the truth about their family.

Despite being a man with his lifestyle, he was not insensitive, the very idea of having killed someone and walked away without doing anything would not let him live in peace. Mason Clark, a young millionaire of twenty-five, son of one of the best families in the city, a man not so tall, but with an enviable body, since he was only dedicated to taking care of him, his presence was the most important thing, he had straight blonde hair, with honey-colored yellow eyes and snowy skin. Known in his social circle for the way he squandered his money, his generosity with his friends and especially the endless number of women who had passed through his room, he was the most sought-after bachelor in to