The Invisible Rich Man Novels & Stories

A bald man who wore the uniform of the Rosefinch Pavilion took out everything he had, a total of 760000 spirit crystals, and bet them all on the beasts. The bald man had an incredibly pleased look on his face, looking like a poor beggar who struck it rich overnight. After he pulled out all his spirit crystals, he mumbled to himself, "Seven hundred and sixty thousand spirit crystals are about to become a million and five hundred and twenty thousand in a snap! I'm about to become a millionaire! "After all my losses and wins, multiple bets after, I only managed to earn twenty thousand spirit crystals. I can't believe my fortune is about to turn just like that!"

the man asked as he was sitting back in an easy manner while holding a bottle of the eatery's luxurious labeled wine. "That would only be ninety nine trillion nine hundred eighty seven billion six hundred fifty four million three hundred twenty one thousand immortal stones, my lord," the mademoiselle's father punctually replied to the man. "A reasonable price, owner. Tell me, who is the richest person in this city?" the man asked revealing a vulturine smile on his face.

Esther exclaimed in a prolonged tone. Anika smiled in relief when she saw Esther seemed to like it. "Omg, you have these? I think they aren't even out yet!" Esther was blinded by all the luxury goods, some even limited editions and others customized. This is the rich Rich! Anika didn't understand what she said, but she thought it might be a praise. All of the things here are really pretty, even she thought so. "Do you like it?" Anika can't help but ask with a glimmer in her eyes. She was happy she had shown something interesting to her friend.

If I saw some man who was tall with extreme pale skin, brown eyes, broad hair and an oblong face I might as well just add him to the possibility that he might be the one I was looking for. “Okay, whatever sails your boat.” Hmm I don’t understand that, but I just smiled, and I looked away, the ride was quiet. Until we got there and when we finally did I came down and I paid the driver. This criminal was Rich! And by Rich I meant so rich that he had guards outside the house.

Some had the largeness of blue whales, while others were as little as a toddler's car. "Breathtaking view, innit?" the young man said. His name was Richard, and he tried desperately to sound British. Elena shifted the headphones to hear him naturally. "Yeah," she admitted. "I've only heard what this place is like. Have never got to be here." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Your husband's the wealthiest goon I've encountered and worked with. Sorry for language, but sometimes it amazes me how one man can amass that amount of wealth, and still stay sane. God!"

“If it’s any consolation, I feel like a fool, too. I can’t believe that . . . wow.” “It’s not your fault. Scott did a good job being someone he wasn’t.” “For what it’s worth, I think he really liked you . . . well, more than that. He acted like he was completely taken with you.” “Yeah, that’s what I was starting to think too, but it was a lie. Rich man needed time away from his busy yet luxurious lifestyle. He blends in with the common folk and leads women on so he could get them into bed,” she said with deep disappointment.

His voice was cold, precise. "Ten million dollars in unmarked bills." The leader's grip tightened. "And controlling shares of Branson Industries. You have twenty-four hours." "Or what?" "Or your heir dies screaming." The leader pressed the phone closer to me. "Say hello to Daddy, boy." "Father," I managed, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to be brave. "Father, please—"

On the screen, 25,000,000 freezes beside an anonymized code she knows belongs to him. His grip tightens just enough to remind her it’s there before he lets go. “You’re welcome,” he says. “For what?” Ava manages, anger and adrenaline burning under her skin. “For not letting you paint a target on that pretty forehead,” he replies. “There are numbers even rich little tourists don’t touch in a room like this.” “You assume I scare that easily.” “I assume you’re not suicidal.” His gaze drags over her mask, her eyes, her hair—measuring, filing something away. “Most people in this room spend millions trying to stay invisible,” he says softly. “You just tried to spend twenty-five to be noticed.”

18 Cato Bates and I had a long meeting with a group of investors that shoveled money into our bank. They hid their wealth from their respective governments, and then we, in turn, invested that money into various stocks. We split the profits down the middle. They made money off invisible money, tax-free. And we made money doing almost nothing. But talking about money seemed to last forever.

I needed to be the big brother she deserved. “Hey, Edwin!” Mark said with a wide grin. Without replying, I dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the counter and walked into the inner room. When I returned with my apron, Mark was still there, giving me those knowing eyes that made my curiosity spike instantly. “My answer is no,” I said firmly, turning to the bald man sitting on the other side of the counter. “What can I get for you, sir?” “Ugh. He’s a billionaire, Edwin. The richest client you’ll ever meet, I swear!”