Super Rich Man Novels & Stories

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

Zayd Rahmani says. I glance at my—much to my irritation—so-called best friend. I haven’t seen him in months, yet here he is, sliding up to me like he owns the room. Billionaire, CEO, owner of one of the largest oil conglomerates on the planet. No doubt the richest man in every room he steps into. He’s ditched the suit jacket, wearing only a crisp white shirt, a few buttons undone. I glance back at Rhea. “I didn’t realize you thought I actually sent an invitation.”

I am trying to recognize him from the first day but I am not able to and my memory is fine as I haven't met with an accident so I am sure that I have never encountered him or any other person with a personality like him ever in my life. "I guessed it right," he said "My name is Rudra Malhotra. But I don't want to call me by my name. You will always call me Sir. I am the owner of a multinational company. I am one of the richest men of the country" he paused That is clearly visible. I said to myself. And Why is he telling me all this when there is no point in it. I don't care he is the richest man in the country or in the world. I don't want his money.

“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

Leonardo di Salvo known as Leon is a well known business tycoon and a billionaire, the CEO of Super Pacific company a well known business Enterprise all over the world. He is not only known for his wealth and fame but his appearance too.he was a very handsome man with unique features with made many women drool over him.many women of different calibers,models, celebrities, heiresses of different rich families wanted to get into his bed but he never gave anyone the chance. To him,he was not a man whore,he was special and he wouldn't just sleep with any woman who throws herself at him but that doesn't mean that he has not been in a relationship before.he only date women with standards but it ne

But he acted rude, it what as though he didn't give two fucks if had anything to do with some other man" "This obnoxious rich guy, how rich is he? Are we talking millions or billions?" August pressed. "That's not the point," River insisted.

"This spoiled rich brat thinks he can do whatever he wants—who the hell does he think he is?!" "And this guy is supposed to be a CEO? If this is what the wealthy elite looks like, we’re all doomed."

My wife and I had kept our marriage secret for three years. Then she became a fraud-busting influencer with ten million followers, and I was the first person she exposed. On her livestream, she sobbed that I was a freeloader who beat her, bled her dry, and even forced her to entertain men over drinks for money. The internet buried me in abuse. Delivery orders I never placed and funeral wreaths piled up outside my door. Her top donor announced he was going to break my legs to get justice for her. On camera, my wife was a fragile victim. Off camera, she was texting me threats. If I did not sign the thirty-million-dollar penthouse downtown over to her, she would burn my name to the ground. Sh

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed "You have a huge day tomorrow!" TBC....

Meanwhile, I was still stuck in the tiny bedroom at home. In reality, my family was pretty rich, and my dad ran a publicly listed company.