Spell Billionaire Novels & Stories

Chloe asked with a confused face, while Mia frowned as well. "You know him?" Mia asked back, and Chloe rolled her eyes at her innocent question. She surely was unaware of the world. "Mia, he's 'The Alexander Ian', the Billionaire; the owner of Ian's company." Chloe explained, and Mia had her mouth hung open. Was he that famous?, she thought. "Why didn't you tell me before? What if the media comes to know about this contract? What about me? This orphanage? Everything will be exposed, she panicked and Chloe gave her a helpless look".

"Don't let his confession manipulate you now, Penny! And don't forget he is a man with the biggest empire and wealth in Bloomcrest. He can buy all the moons on Saturn if he wills to and you're saying he was tricked by Zara?" Penny's lips parted but no words came out. Her friend wasn't wrong with her observation. "Come on, Penny, both of us know that it takes both brains and in-depth research to become a billionaire businessman. Hunter is one of the youngest and richest businessmen around the globe. You can't justify him saying that he was manipulated!"

A global powerhouse built from nothing by the force of my genius and taste. In reality, it wasn’t mine. The real “Big Bella” was a woman I used to shop with when I was still orbiting Giveon Salazar’s world. She was fading, drowning in debt, her so-called empire wheezing its last breath. And I, ever the opportunist offered her a lifeline. Ten million dollars. Three years of full media control, her name and title mine to do with as I pleased. I got the money from the foolish Giveon, of course. He would have given me anything back then. I’d wound him around my finger so tight he thought the blood rushing to his head was love.

I muttered. “Strategist,” he corrected. Later, as a random series played in the background, I turned to him. “I saw the company’s stock rose ten percent already.” He let out a long sigh. “Billionaires are twisted people. The moment they think something scandalous is happening, they start throwing money like it’s a sport.” I chuckled. “So you’re saying chaos is profitable?” “Apparently. I just hope it stabilizes soon so I can stop lying to my parents.”

"That company is a gift from master to us, but he didn't want to tell anyone that's why I keep as a secret and told you that it was my parents who left it for me" "Did your master really given you that company?" "Yes, do you know the BBB?" "BBB? Isn't it that it was the mysterious richest person in the world it's wealth is beyond imagination it almost have half of the worlds wealth and it percent become larger it is now 70% of worlds wealth" "Your right, honey that BBB was my master daughter's initials0, Brilliana Belle Bueneva" "Honey, I get it now, your so lucky finding such a ultimate rich master, then how much is your salary"

She stood still, dumbstruck. "Who do you think you are to judge me?" "your lawyer..." "yes" He cuts in "The lawyer who fucks the wife of a billionaire, how fulfilling" She glared at him, her nose flaring and her hands ready to grab any sharp object. "I love him, can you relate? No, I bet you can't. The only thing that you are good at is manipulating people when they are at their lowest, most vulnerable, and women with cheating husbands!" Rachel scolds moving towards him as she puts on her bra rigorously.

"Bella took everything. She took our company, she took our family name, and she has the world thinking she is some kind of business genius." "What do you want to do, Richard?" I asked, sipping my tea. "She won. We are stuck in this flat." "No, she hasn't won yet," Richard sneered, leaning over the table. "I have a contact. A journalist from the old days. He owes me a massive favor, and he is running out of time to pay it back. We place a story in the right business column at the exact moment she is trying to manage her new billionaire father."

"But panic is exactly what they want. You cannot let them see you like this. You are Xavier Adrian…one of the most wealthiest billionaires in New York…you built this empire from nothing." "An empire built on a foundation of sand," he whispers, his gaze hollow as he stares out at the sweeping city skyline. "If the banks call in those loans... if Northstar finds out the depth of my liabilities... Eliot Crane will swallow Sterling Group whole and I'll be left with nothing."

I asked stiffly. "I want compensation obviously, but the question is if you can afford it. This white shirt happens to be my favourite and this wine is also very expensive and rare. It's a premium 1950 Madeira wine. It doesn't come off clothes easily. So, I hope you've realized what you just did. Not only did you ruin my favourite shirt, you also spilled my drink, which is the most annoying part!"