The Invisible Rich Man Novels & Stories

“Come in. Let’s have a cup of coffee.” “I am not stepping inside until you explain what the hell happened and how the fuck you are not dead,” Damian snapped. Richard rubbed his face. “I made some bad investments,” he admitted. “Dangerous people were after me. I had to disappear.” Damian stared at him like he had completely lost his mind. “You made some bad investments?” Damian repeated in disbelief. His laugh came out bitter. “You fucking embezzled money, got involved in illegal activities, ruined lives, and instead of manning up and fixing your mess, you ran away?”

m. Rhett was parked two blocks down, hidden in a borrowed van with tinted windows and no plates. The neighborhood was industrial and dying, all brick and iron and fog. The kind of place no one asked questions. The black Mercedes stopped in front of a warehouse with broken glass teeth. Out stepped Weston, bundled in a trench coat. He moved with quiet authority, confident no one was watching. But Rhett was watching. Another figure emerged from the shadows—a tall man, covered from head to toe in a dark scarf, gloves, and a baseball cap pulled low. His hands were hidden. His face never turned toward the light.

Eumerriah's Point of View Aside from the main cottage, there are also cottages near the beach here at the resort that Gabrielle built. Sometimes before bed, we talk about various things, our youth, and our lives with the people we love. I learned that he built this resort using his own money because his father stopped giving him money after he graduated, unlike Jerome. Unlike Jerome, Gabrielle doesn't have a stable job. He often joins investment companies and struggling businesses as an investor. This is one of the reasons he and his father often argue. His father always says there is no passive income in small and failing companies, but Gabrielle believes that when people fall, they will st

the man said as he allowed Saffron to support him. Saffron chuckled, she couldn’t believe how much of a big talker the old man was. She was sure that no one wanted to associate themselves with him because he doesn’t give the vibe of those super wealthy people. Rather he gives one the impression that he was rich, but not on the same category as the wealthy people present in that room. If only Saffron was there to witness how the wealthiest people in the room flocked around the old man, literally suffocating him, she would have known that the man was being humble.

He was cladded in a maroon suit. The maroon was rich and deep giving it a regal and confident aura. Beneath the suit, he wore a crisp, white dress shirt with a neatly spread collar. The shirt was impeccably ironed, highlighting his attention to detail. He balanced the maroon suit with a silk brown tie. His shoes were polished leather black. He wore an expensive wristwatch. My breath got caught up in her throat. As if on impulse, his eyes met mine. And his eyes got dark with unreadable emotions. I looked beside him and felt my heart constrict. He wasn’t alone. His elbow was intertwined with someone else.

He drove the car quietly and reminded him, "The place is here." Charles opened his eyes, took out the wallet from his pocket, took out a red ticket from the wallet and handed it to the driver, and then waited for him to find the money. When he took the change recovered by the driver, he said, "Hey, don't you make money these days. It's easy." In fact, he wanted to say that no one's money came from the wind. The rich man in the driver's sentence just now clearly has a hatred of the rich.

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.”

I explain. Garret frowns and shakes his head. “It’s always the perfect families…” he says softly. As if she spoke from experience. “Rich people hide behind their money and riches. It’s behind closed doors. That’s where all the secrets lay.” I say. He nods. “Always. Remember I’m from the Vanderbilts. My uncle and aunt have a tone of skeletons in that closet…” he shrugs his shoulders. Speaking to someone who understands is refreshing. ========= One week later

His parents lived in Africa after their retirement and he is the devoted son who took care of all that belonged to them. "What would you like to have?" Chris asked but they declined. "Is that Mi amore wine?" Isabella said rushing to it, it was placed gently on the table. "Is this the last one?" She turned to face Chris. "The first and second were sold, I heard the last one was secretly bought by a billionaire... Was that you?" Isabella gasped with her hand pointed at Chris. Both Chris and David stood still staring at her

He smiled wickedly, Nathan even felt that his friend became scary for a while, he exudes a cold and ruthless aura when he flashed that expression. Marcus didn't answer him but fished out his phone and dialed a number, not even twice second, the call was connected. "What can I do for you, young master?" Darwin greeted. Nathan cannot utter a word in shock, this voice.. It's Darwin Charles'! the richest man in Kingston, who recently was rumored to be a left hand only to the rolls royce master. Could it be? "Destroy Henessy Damer's Family, I want them bankrupt before the sun rises." The cold and authoritative voice were enough to sent shivers to Nathan's spine.