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."

"It's just more glamorous, filled with wealthy people and stuff. Did you know it was because of him that his family became wealthy again?" "What do you mean?" Eds frowned. "His grandfather squandered their wealth gambling, and they became poor. Sinjin Santillan was a high school genius; he created a game called Warlords of Chaos, which he sold for a million dollars. Then, he developed unhackable software, which he used to start his company.” “Now, he's the richest man in the world," Sande explained with a hint of pride in her voice. "I read somewhere that one of the tech giants offered him an executive position in their company, but he declined their offer."

"Well, I’m offering you a way out. Marry me instead of Sophia. In exchange, I’ll give you a controlling share in the Harper Hotel chain." For a second, he just stared at me — assessing, weighing, calculating. "You’re serious," he said finally, a glint of admiration flashing behind those cold eyes. "As serious as a heart attack," I said, smiling sweetly. He leaned back, studying me like a chess master sizing up an unexpected opponent. “Well, Miss Harper, in case you didn't notice, I’m a billionaire. The richest one in this country, to be exact," he said casually. "As tempting as your offer sounds... I want something more."

Apparently Mr Gordon asked him if he knew the person they would be choosing for the #1 Billionaire title, they were all in this together. Mr Gordon was a 30 year old young entrepreneur, he was nominated to be among the list of Billionaires to compete, unlike Xavier who was into companies and real estate investment with stocks and shares, Mr Gordon owns about four schools all around San Francisco, and he roughly has a net worth of $200billion so he was among the entrepreneurs competing also. Mr Gordon thought of owning his company and that will cause him a lot of money to fund before he can start earning from it, and this would reduce his chances of winning, that was why he called Xavier up t

“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