Super Billionaire Novels & Stories

“He’s off duty and might even be in Canada right now. International chefs are very busy.” The explanation rolled off his tongue smoothly, but there was a tension beneath it that Evan caught immediately. “My bad,” Frederick replied, lifting his glass in apology. “Alright then, more drinks. Let’s order some food or barbecue, and Evan, right? What are you into?” Before Evan could respond, Sebastian’s voice cut through the room, imposing and almost amused. “I’m surprised you don’t know him,” Sebastian said, leaning back slightly as though settling in for the reveal. “Evan Bennette is a tech giant. The youngest billionaire alive. He can find anyone on the surface of this earth with just a blink o

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

Suzie, Trina, and I all opted for the pedicures first. “Do you live like this all the time?” Suzie asked, looking around. “No,” I giggled. “I get my nails and toes done once a month, but I’m not hanging out in a spa weekly, and I’m definitely not jetting away to a private island every weekend.” “But your family does have a lot of money, right?” Trina queried. “Yes, they are millionaires,” I advised. “Zander’s brother and grandfather are billionaires. His grandfather, Carrington, is in the top 10 richest people in the USA.”

“He proposed just so I’d sign the transfer papers and then he sold my father's company, emptied my personal bank accounts, and borrowed money from loan sharks in my name before fleeing with my best friend." He didn’t interrupt or console me. He only listened while driving slowly. So I continued as I leaned against his tinted glass. "I have twenty-four hours to pay two hundred thousand dollars or they'll kill me. I came to the bar because I thought if I drank enough, I wouldn't be so afraid to die." “That’s tough,” I heard him say quietly. He was Silas, one of the richest and most influential in the country. Perhaps he could help me. I turned to him, my eyes wide and desperate. I didn't care

"You can leave and mingle with people for more business~~" Ads by Pubfuture "Nah, I have my way in business." He grinned at her. However, she sucked up all of her anger toward the man and mingled with Alessandro. Lots of businessmen recognize him as a young billionaire. He expanded their business after he graduated from college and became a billionaire of his own even without big support from his father. Their company nearly collapsed. Everyone knows him as a vicious businessman who bankrupted the Golden Age and grabbed it. Then take a few more exposing illegal things.

The screen shifted to a photograph. The same man. The same sharp jaw. The same dark, unreadable eyes. The same presence that had made her spine tighten with awareness. Her neighbor. The billionaire next door. Zayrielle stared, her heart pounding. This wasn’t just wealth. This was power—the kind that crushed people without ever touching them. The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, her thoughts racing. So that’s who he was. Which meant the men in suits. The tension. The warning. It all made sense.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

I say in an annoyed tone, tearing up the piece of paper. “I don't understand why you're overreacting. We can both pretend nothing ever happened if you just sign this . Besides do I seem to care who you are. Like I said before I don't want to know who you are or what you are it's not like your Donald trump”.she whispers. “Well let me tell you, am one of the most famous rich billionaire tycoon who has the largest control and holdings over the shipping, real estate management and hotel companies all around the world and so yes I am that “Max”."I say rapidly

“And how does a billionaire act?” “Exactly!” My hands swept off a strand of hair from my face as I grew comfortable with the atmosphere. “A billionaire should not act in a particular way. All billionaires ought to act like the normal people they are. They are ordinary people with a little more money than others. But some have all their wealth causing sparks in their head and it makes them feel like they are really superior or something. They never fail to flaunt their wealth, and most times, carelessly. It is very crazy.” Dominic let out a hearty short laugh after my unexpected outburst. “I guess it is good that I don’t flaunt my wealth, uh?”