Novel & Cerita Super Billionaire

"But one thing you guys don't know was that he is a billionaire. He is wealthy but doesn't show off. As his only son, I took over everything, making me a billionaire." "Wow, I can't believe this. So I'm a billionaire house wife!" Jennifer exclaimed and hugged Steve excitedly. A lot was going through Susan's mind as she stood in confusion. It doesn't look real but she was sure she wasn't dreaming. She looked at Steve who was busy cuddling with Jennifer who couldn't let go. "This is exactly the kind of man I want for myself." Susan said under her breath. Her plan was to fuck him for the last time and leave the next day, but at that moment, she began to think otherwise.

Petersburg sprang from his sofa as if his butt was on fire, now hovering murderously on Scarlet and she cowered fearfully backward. "That's impossible!" Sally gritted, shaken up on her feet and her eyes dilated incredulously. Who doesn't know Nicolas Brooklyn? He is the only son of the billionaire tycoon, Mr. Austin Brooklyn! The wealthiest man in the country, he owned a lot of companies and establishments around the world. He is like a small god on earth, his fortune is beyond belief and not only was he affluent —but he was greatly feared by everyone. He is a man not to be hashed of, and he is cruel and ill-tempered. Going to his domain is like stepping into the devil's lair on death's will

He spoke with a parfait straw in his mouth. “Tyleratte Brooke, I wish I was him.” “What do you mean?” I asked him with disgust. “Please, don’t tell me you don’t know the Tylerattes?” “Well I don’t.” “Tyleratte Brooke is listed as the richest billionaire in Singapore.” He replied, smiling mischievously. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I said to the new cook mom employed for me. I'm not interested in cooks who can't meet my expectations. I am expecting something unusual and something I've never tasted before. I'm tired of the same old way of cooking and preparation besides this one is too stupid. I asked her to prepare a simple coffee, with no sugar. She added a mountain of sugar. How am I supposed to take that? She's clumsy and to top it all she's ugly and that's a big problem for me. My name is Drake John Sunders. I'm Twenty-eight and a very successful multi billionaire. At a young age, I'm the richest person at my age. I know a lot about business and I make my money from the numerous businesses I have.

“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.

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.”

She thought of her mother, bedridden from illness, relying on expensive treatments they could no longer afford. “What do you know about him?” she asked finally, her voice subdued. “Adrian Blackwood is one of the most successful businessmen in the country,” Richard said, seizing the opportunity. “He’s built an empire from the ground up. But...” He hesitated. “But what?” Sophia demanded, turning back to face him.

Things started to get interesting when Ahmed Rebrad, the only living heir of Rashid Rebrad, one of wealthiest Arab business men within and outside the United States, started give Catherine a couple of inappropriate stares. He staked in telecommunication companies in third world countries. He also owned many casinos and clubs within the country, especially in Vegas among other things. Many rumors had spread about how he killed his father and siblings to inherit a large fortune. Whatever the case was, he was a rich orphan and the only person he had to call family was his uncle, Najib. Ahmed had an untapped reach, one the Smith lot could only dream about.

He sat immediately. "Is he working out!" she observed how his shirt was tight and his muscles were visible to the public. In no distant time, her phone rang. she looked around as people passed by. She felt so embarrassed and she hoped nobody video-tapped her, spying on her husband. River hill estate belonged to the rich, 90% of people who had residences were the most prominent in the society. The other 10% comprised employees. They were the ones she was scared of. She picked up the call and spoke out "hello?"

And she remembered the billionaire who was always in the business magazine. She gasped. "Apollo Luxerio? A-Tech Company? If so. . . He is indeed one of the youngest billionaires!"