Strong Soul Slayer Tycoon Novels & Stories

But he has other companies that earned him billions. Maya doesn’t want to dig further about his net worth. It’s not helping her at all. Well, I guess not being completely clueless would be helpful for his future girlfriend. She thought to herself. It made Maya worried about pestering him at one point cause of it. But with Sicilia as her backer, Maya was already fearless. She only hoped that everything would work out as planned. Maya was still deep in her thoughts when the car finally made a stop.

She casually explained, and the Baron was overjoyed, his excitement increasing. (... Baron Fred Goldenrod. His business goes bankrupt at this time of year because he's been wasting his money on women and alcohol. He even sold his own wife and daughter to slavery. And a man who goes with the flow and falls into my trap. My father, helped by you? That, too, is complete nonsense. But, fortunately, he trusts me so easily as it benefits him financially.) (A man who is only interested in acquiring money.) (Using my father's name is enough.)

"What happens to the billionaire tycoon when there are no more corporate dynasties left to dismantle?" Marcus’s lips curved into a slow, dark smile that made my pulse quicken, a look of pure, unadulterated devotion that was reserved for me alone. He leaned down, his breath warm against my lips. "The tycoon focuses entirely on his kingdom," he whispered, his long fingers moving up to cradle the back of my neck, his thumb tracing the soft skin behind my ear. "Wealth is nothing but dry dust, Jessica, unless it is used to build a fortress for the woman who holds my soul. My future isn't in the trading floors or the credit registries anymore. It’s right here, in the empire we created, watching ou

No, they wanted me because of my last name: Koch. Edmond Koch, my dad, was one of the most powerful businessmen in the country. Every company thought that hiring me would be some kind of trophy. But I refused to ride his coattails. If I was going to build a career, it was going to be because of me. Which is why I was here. At Bettencourt. The company every business student whispered about in nightmares. The reason was Cedric Bettencourt, the CEO. Rumor had it he was Lucifer reincarnated. He had made plenty of my classmates cry during interviews. And I had a feeling I was about to be next.

“None of your business, Tyron. You’re late. I told you an hour ago, and you show up now? I don’t tolerate incompetence.” His face hardened, and he grabbed my chin, his grip tight. “I’m only here ‘cause I want to, Tasha. You think your little money got me out here to bomb this place? I’m in it for the fun, not you. Watch your tongue.” He let go, pushing me slightly. I glared, my heart pounding, but I stayed quiet. He ordered his men to plant the bombs around the house, and I watched, my lips curling. Tyron was arrogant, but he was perfect for this. His father was a mafia boss, locked up awaiting trial for worldwide crimes, leaving Tyron to survive on drugs, robbery, and kidnapping. I’d known

Victor’s POV I stepped out of the car and headed toward the five star Stainley Hotel. Tonight, an auction would be held there. I came with a simple goal to acquire the latest prototype firearm being smuggled in. Unregistered in any system. The perfect toy for someone like me. My stride was wide, firm, intimidating. “Welcome, Mr. Victor.” Several hotel executives greeted me. This auction was strictly confidential. The basement of the old hotel gleamed, crystal lights reflecting off marble surfaces, the scent of expensive perfume mingling with the stench of fear and ambition.

her voice came out as a moan. "On the street. You can learn about anything you want out there, even faster." "Oh Toothless who did you con out?" "Its Thomas, and I'm not a con artist, I'm an entrepreneur." She snorted and turned to face him. "Thomas, what are you really doing here?" "I wanted to see the baby and you and to give you these." He took out a small envelope from his leather jacket, she opened it and it had pictures of who she assumed was Thomas before he became Toothless.

Controlling my rage inwardly,I heard his tone once again coldly, " How was that? Did you like my gift? Tsk.. Some people never learn just like you. We never win this game but still we play. I guess this time, perhaps the winner is determined by the god.. That's... m..." His words was interrupted at midway as I heard one of his man freaking out over the phone, " Boss...We are done.. All of our staffs had been confined by another gang group. What should we do now? It was nearly billion