Super Billionaire Novels & Stories

"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."

“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?”

she said in a sad voice. "Why? Don't you want me anymore? Who do you love? The one with your child?" I asked curiously. It seems like cold water was poured on me with my own question. You thought someone was stabbing me again and again because of that. "No. Don't involve Luigi in this. He's out of our conversation." he said in a serious voice. My heart skipped a beat when I heard it. That's why that man seems familiar to me. By the way, Luigi Sanchez is one of the most famous Billionaires in the world. It's not like I'm in China anymore. Luigi is richer than we are.

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

“Men should be like Kleenex, soft and strong and disposable.” - Unknown author. Eduardo continued the presentation as if nothing had happened. He didn't give a damn what his peers thought of him. People talked behind your back all the time. He has been labeled a “billionaire playboy” and this has made him the center of much gossip and intrigue for years.