The Invisible Rich Man Novels & Stories

, Thalia asked, " I even forgot about him", Maya remembered, " Forget about him, he's just a millionaire, I'll deal with him later so tell me, who are the five invisible", " Okay, the number one and two are older people, enough to be your father if not grandfather...", " Enough, next", she cut Thalia short, she did not have time for stories, they were a 'no go area' for her, she's too young and beautiful to be married to someone that'll soon die,

Mariana still shook her head and sobbed, "He shouldn't be married yet ..." "Then he isn't married, and you don't have a boyfriend. For the sake of your children, you should consider ..." Mariana bit her lips, and only shook her head after a long while: "No, I won't marry him, and he won't marry me either. Aunt, do you know who he is?" "Who is he?" "Bernard!" "What? Bernard?" Aunt's face was full of shock. "Is he the invisible tycoon who's always been suspected of being the richest man in the world?"

The man with the most money was always right! Javier had not planned to give a d*mn about this new guy, but now, he laughed and looked at him. “Oh, you’re very rich, are you? Let’s play a game we rich folks play in our free time then. Let’s see how rich you really are.”

I drove to the petrol pump to fill in when I heard two men talking in front of me. "I used to work at the Richards showroom. I am aware where he keeps his black money", one man said. "tell me where it is", the other man said. "You are asking me because you intend to steal it right? Richards may seem a rich man according to his bank account but the reason that he never really faced any loss is because of the extreme money that he keeps openly but secretive in the showroom", The man said.

Once the last person leaves, Michael turns to look at me. “We have a new investor,” he states. “Okay? Is that worth disrupting an important meeting for?” I ask and cross my arms over my chest. Michael crosses the room and holds out his phone, showing the message from the company’s lawyers. I take his phone and scan the page, my eyes slowly widening. “An invisible investor,” Michael begins, “wants to invest millions into our company. Millions that he wants to send to your new project, Adrian. This is huge!” I look up from the phone, a small and surprised laugh flying from my lips. I pass him the phone and rest my hands on my hips, all of my dreams and aspirations finally coming true.

Exactly as I expected. I leaned slightly toward her, my voice low enough that only she could hear. "Walk with me," I said. She looked at me calmly. The path opened instantly, people stepped aside and not because they wanted to but because they knew better. We walked forward together, the flashes following every step, every movement captured, and recorded. The camera man's trying to take a perfect image. "THE POWERFUL BILLIONAIRE AND THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN BY HIS SIDE," is sure to be on tomorrow's headlines, I thought to myself.

“You barely know this man.” Elena’s smile faded a little. “Clara..” “No listen first,” Clara continued, “Everything is happening so fast, the money, the gifts, and the mansion. Elena folded her arms. “So what are you trying to say?” “I’m saying don’t lose yourself because of luxury.” Elena kept quiet. “Yes, he’s rich,” Clara continued. “But men like Adrain always hide secrets.” Elena shook her head quickly. “You’re wrong.” “Elena, I’m serious,” Clara said.

Rose I froze, my breath caught in my throat, as I stared at the man standing before me. He wasn’t just handsome, he was devastatingly, dangerously handsome. The kind of man you would see on the cover of a luxury magazine and think, men like this don’t exist in real life. His piercing blue eyes held me still, like they could see right through my skin, right into my soul. The way he carried himself told me everything; this isn't just a man; this is power, money, and elegance wrapped into one breathtaking package. His suit jacket hung casually over his left shoulder, the fabric a deep charcoal that whispered expensive without needing to shout it.

“You sound like an old woman. Come on, Clara. We’ll just go for a bit—one drink, one dance. You might even find inspiration for your interview tomorrow.” I gave her a side-eye. “Inspiration? At a nightclub?” She grinned. “Inspiration or a rich man—same difference.” I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m serious!” she said, pointing at me with her makeup brush. “This is New York—the city of miracles, money, and mistakes. You never know who you’ll meet.” “I already know who I’ll meet,” I said. “My future boss. Elias Thorne—billionaire CEO, known playboy, and rumor has it he fired his assistant because she brought him coffee that was ‘too sweet.’”

After our conversation, I started working and kept myself busy cleaning the cups and plates. "By the way, did you see the news about the missing man?" Lean asked, but I didn’t look at her. I was curious about what she said. "Another missing person? That’s nothing new in the Philippines, so it’s no surprise that so many people go missing here," I replied before glancing at her. "He’s not just any ordinary person in the Philippines—he’s a billionaire." There are still rich people going missing in the country? I thought something like that was really rare.