Spell Billionaire Novels & Stories

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do? 'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle' 'I should get the obstacle out of the way' He is more interested in her than me' 'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back 'Wow, cool business' He grinned. 'And I can also have him solely to myself' 'Evil genius' he grinned slowly 'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life' 'I should get you down first'

"You can check it out for yourself." "I understand," Axel replied, and without further ado, he hung up the phone. As Axel opened his computer to search for news about himself, a series of shocking headlines filled his screen. The first one that caught his eye was a headline that read: "Axel Smith, CEO of GDP Company, Involved in Inappropriate Relationship with Married Woman" Scrolling down, a slew of similar headlines appeared: "Axel Smith, CEO, Cohabiting with Mistress and Her Illegitimate Child in His Luxury Apartment."

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

“When I say it’s over, it’s over. Or should I find someone who understands simple instructions?” “No, sir!” The man’s voice cracked like glass. “We’ll take care of it.” Damien leaned back in his chair, one long leg crossed over the other, his fingers tapping against the armrest in slow, measured beats. Every movement screamed control—predatory, precise, absolute. He was thirty-two years old, and already the youngest billionaire in Switzerland. The world called him a financial genius. His rivals called him a storm in a Demon. His employees? They called him nothing—because no one dared to mention his name unless absolutely necessary.

Bree replied. Giana shifted, turning to stare at Bree, her eyes blinking at her as she pouted. “It’s not necessary. We can just take this opportunity as a vacation, you know. Going on a spa date, scrubbing, there’s a whole lot to do.” She held Bree’s hands, blinking cutely at her. “We can’t let all that money go to waste. I heard Spencer Bennett’s net worth is more than fifty billion dollars. We won’t even be spending a quarter of one-quarter of the money. Just a little.” Bree glared at her, prying her hands away from Giana’s hold. “Stop staring at me that way.”

Cindy said and Annabella listened with total interest "Gregor Campbell suddenly got the spotlight and was announced as the richest billionaire,that was after his company launched the first S phone,S1" Cindy explained "Wow,it must he really nice" Annabella muttered "Of course! Billions of people around the world never stopped talking about it,do you know how much S1 was sold at?" Cindy asked "How much?" Annabella asked "Three thousand dollars" Cindy said and her eyes widened "What?!!" Annabella screamed "It's not for the poor baby girl" Cindy laughed

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.

His hair was dark brown and slightly unkempt, a stark contrast to the gelled perfection of the other men. Cyprian Hale. The Billionaire Outcast. The man who had built a tech empire from a garage and terrifying algorithms. He was the boogeyman the Patricians used to scare their children. *Don't be greedy, or Hale will buy your company and fire you.* Vespera’s heart hammered against her ribs, but her stride didn't falter.