Super Rich Man 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.

Once the man heard that, he immediately nodded and said, “I’m not bad you know, I just want the most unique, so just give me the best.” The clerk is used to seeing such rich people and just laughed: “You can rest assured about this, sir, the styles we have here are absolutely unique and guaranteed not to clash with anyone.”

I joked. He didn't laugh. He just stared dead faced at me. “That was a joke,” I bit my lips as the awkward silence stretched. “Sorry.” “Darien Luxe is no joke, okay? He is the second richest man in the world. In the entire world. Can you even begin to fathom how much wealth that is?” “A lot?” His face contorted. “A whole lot?” I asked as if adding the word whole was supposed to change anything. To my surprise, he chuckled.

Consider them, Susan'' Aunt Mabel begged. ''Aunt, guess who he is?'' Susan said. ''Who is he?'' Aunt Mabel asked. ''Richard Williams, aunt. He is Richard Williams'' 'What? The popular Richard Williams that is rumored to be the richest man in the world?'' Aunt Mabel asked.

His Own Undoing - His Nightmare Rory John Gates The man that has it all, beautiful beyond words, sexy as hell endowed with the body that can set every girls heart on fire and isn't afraid to flaunt it. He is a businessman and successful entrepreneur. Arrogant, bossy, ruthless, cold-hearted, controlling and has no respect for anyone on the surface of the earth. He gets any girl he wants with just a snap of his finger and they'll do whatever it takes to please and make him happy, he doesn't need to have much stress getting different girls in bed because common he is the only son of THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD and has all the attention anyone can get and he makes use of it.

She asked again, trying but failing to keep her voice firm. “I just want to remind you of our deal.” “I know. Twenty million. I still don’t have that kind of money,” she said, feeling the unshed tears sting the back of her eyes. “I know you don’t have the money, but it’s right at your disposal. Anyway, I’m calling because I just did another research and found something interesting,” he said with excitement. “Xavier Roman is actually the richest man in this state and even close to the richest in the country. Twenty million dollars is just chicken change to him. I want four hundred million.”

Why would he waste his time with his employees when he could be at his house or a more important party. Rich humans would always act like one. Not just humans. It also happens in the supernatural world. There are always the ones that are superior and would always show that to others with words or action. "What is so special about him that you'd be excited about his presence?" I asked, she raised her eyebrows at me and started laughing. "You can't be serious, Aranya. This man is f*cking powerful and rich. A billionaire! You'd be lucky to even talk to him."

[Mia's POV] I couldn’t stop staring at my phone. “$75,000. One night. No limits. My penthouse. Tomorrow evening. I want all three of you.” Richard Caldwell — our sugar daddy, the wealthy 52-year-old tech investor who had been quietly spoiling us for the past few months — had finally made his real intentions clear. This wasn’t another expensive dinner or a shopping spree. This was something much darker, much filthier, and much more expensive.

“I’m fireproof anyway.” She blinked up at him. He was tall—maybe six-foot-two—with deep brown eyes and a smile that held the sun. His shirt was soaked, yet he didn’t seem bothered. “I’ll pay for dry cleaning,” she insisted. “Not necessary,” he waved off. “I’ve had worse burns at work.” “Work?” she asked, curious despite herself. “Fireman,” he replied, then extended his hand. “Thunder Voldizépeña. And you are?”

] [If she had not managed to get pregnant first, how could someone like her manage to marry someone as wealthy as Saul Gaviera? There were a lot of photos as well. While they were blurry, anyone who saw them could tell that it was me. However, I never did those things.