The Invisible Rich Man Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the walls adjacent to her started shifting, slowly and deliberately, spreading apart. Georgina gasped in surprise, instinctively taking a step back as the tables lining the walls folded and seamlessly aligned with them. The inner of the wall revealed before her eyes, a sight she could hardly believe. And as the walls receded, a breathtaking display unfolded—a cascade of cash stacks, stretching from top to bottom. The sheer magnitude of the hidden wealth left Georgina speechless, her eyes widening in astonishment. She had never seen such an unimaginable fortune amassed in one place. The weight of the revelation settled upon her, the realization of the depth of Marcelo's illicit acti

, he replies and a big smile casts on his face again. "Agreed. She is really a nice girl. I hope she becomes as great as her father", he says and they both sharing a smile walks out. Getting inside the car and bidding bye to Mr. Roger the car moves ahead toward their company. Emma, still smiling when asks George, "Why did everything in his house speak about money?", she asks naively. "Because he is a filthy rich man. He runs the biggest casino in the world. And also has some illegal businesses like smuggling such expensive things. That's why there is a building when you enter and then a secret palace of his", he informs and Emma's face left all the colours.

"How do you know all about these staircases and secret roads?" It's fine if he had some secret doors in his apartment. "This is mine. This whole community." Wow, so rich. Rich was too short to define. He alone owned this super-wealthy community. His turnover couldn't be imagined. That's why he had every whim catered to here. Like secret doors, elevators, roads, and whatnot. Money does make people grind. "You are so rich." Aster shrugged. Lia went alone and she found a glass place. It was completely invisible from outside to inside but you can see everything from inside. Hidden away in a small corner. She put up the blinds. She couldn't get over the completely visible walls.

The evening drew near to the end. Luxurious cars that had been parked outside came to collect wealthy men and women from the building. Their chests held high, the women hoisted their gowns to display their wealth among the others. To see who had the richest husband. Behind the walls, Mr. White and Riven sat in his secret office. Two of Riven's bodyguards and six bodyguards accompanied Mr. White three outside the door and three inside the room. The two men stared at each other. Mr. White desperately tried to hide the fear in his eyes. To everyone else in the room he hid it perfectly, but to Riven it was as bold as the sun markedly visible, like a pimple on a teenage girl's face.

When he looked at you, it felt like standing too close to lightning. He is all what the ladies wished for. He is the youngest billionaire in the country and his family is the wealthiest in America. Two large men stepped out behind him—Poco and Lee, his guards. An extension of him: silent, lethal and invisible. The man opened the front door of the mansion without a knock. The air inside dropped several degrees. Wills was already on his knees when Ivan entered. "M-Mr. Vladimir..." Ivan stepped inside, his eyes scanning the entire mansion like a critic judging a painting.

“I have a reservation.” “Okay sir, may I see your details please?” he pulled out some stuff on his phone, showing her the screen. The lady doing her thing on the system while I used that time to scan around a bit more. There was nothing particularly striking, but you sure could not ignore the people around. Their obvious class. Just strolling around, laughing, some leaving, coming in… Just rich people everywhere. You’ll ask how I knew but…have you ever seen money hide? Like money. Wealth, richness. Have you ever seen it hide before?

"I don't think that so-called system exists either. It sounds more like an excuse. If it were real, it would be way too weak. How could it work without even filtering who the person is? It just doesn't make sense." Then, he added, "Don't overthink it. This world runs on smoke and mirrors. Maybe she just planted some kind of surveillance device in your apartment." I thought what he said made sense. Maybe there was no complicated high-tech involved; perhaps it was just a simple hidden camera. I immediately dragged Isaac back to my place. Together, we bought a scanner designed to detect hidden cameras, and we searched every corner of my home from top to bottom. We even checked inside the toilet

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

That's why he was livid when she invited him to stay at their place, and it did not help the fact that he had gotten a letter from the Russian mafia the same day. "We are in touch with each other through letters. How was I supposed to know?" Ivan was finding this all amusing making Matteo more mad. What do you want from her?" He asked Ivan boldly, without twisting any topics. "What do you mean?" Ivan furrows his brows looking confused making Matteo lose his temper and he grabs holds of Ivans collar pinning him on the chair threateningly. "Don't act like you don't know any shit. You work as a fucking shoemaker, then give her gifts worth a million with hidden microphones. Who do you work for?"