Super Billionaire Novels & Stories

“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.

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” Lena snorted. “I’m guessing someone rich, powerful, and incredibly used to hearing the word yes.” “Rafael Blackthorne.” Her hand paused mid-air. The name was familiar. The tabloids. The real estate empire. The luxury clubs. The model girlfriends. The lawsuits. She glanced at him again—yep. It tracked. “Cool,” she said, unfazed. “Still going to need you to pay in cash if your card has more scandals than credit.”

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

He said with a smirk. When I didn't say anything, he smiled shaking his head. "To start with Richard Stanford is a billionaire businessman dealing in shipping and cargo services. S&S that is Stanford and Stanford has the capability of reaching the most remote place on earth. And in the human world, he is called the most eligible Bachelor." He was typing something on his iPad while giving me information. "Check this out" he said passing me the iPad. It was a magazine article that was dated yesterday. His photograph was on the front as he was holding a beautiful lady in his arms, both looking at each other with love.

Definitely a dream come true! The taxi made a stop at one of the diverse looking skyscraper , it was enormous , blown away , in awe of where she was likely to be working from now on .Not that she expected anything less! Ofcourse it was the Blazzer .The almighty Blazzer Tech company that manufactured all typoes of electronics. We are here. She heard the driver who seemed rather impatientsay.