The Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

He took her to the bank so An hour later, San entered her apartment and found Gael on the bed waiting for her. He did not look happy and turned his face to the other side. San sighed. "What is your problem Mr millionaire?" "Billionaire. I am a billionaire you fool. But why do you even care. Go to your boyfriend and eat those pancakes with him." Gael huffed angrily while San nodded. "So, you are angry because I ate pancakes." She laid on the bed and relaxed herself while Gael thought for few minutes.

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

Chloe asked with a confused face, while Mia frowned as well. "You know him?" Mia asked back, and Chloe rolled her eyes at her innocent question. She surely was unaware of the world. "Mia, he's 'The Alexander Ian', the Billionaire; the owner of Ian's company." Chloe explained, and Mia had her mouth hung open. Was he that famous?, she thought. "Why didn't you tell me before? What if the media comes to know about this contract? What about me? This orphanage? Everything will be exposed, she panicked and Chloe gave her a helpless look".

He muttered quietly. I knew there was no way I could raise a bill of five hundred thousand dollars in a day. In fact, I couldn't even raise that in a week. What would I do? I didn't even have friends or family who I would turn to for help. I could hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest at the thought of losing Layla. No! I can't let that happen. She was the only thing I had on earth.

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.”

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 said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.

“Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.” Victor offered a thin smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He tapped his glass without drinking. “She’s not the problem,” he said smoothly. “The problem… is him.” “Him?” Victor leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Her driver. The new one.” The man scoffed. “You’re telling me your billion-dollar empire is threatened by a chauffeur?” Victor’s expression didn’t change. “He’s not just a chauffeur. I’ve watched people my whole life politicians, con men, CEOs. And this one… this Liam? He’s too clean. Too disciplined. Too invisible.”