The Richest Man In Metropolis Is My Backer Novels & Stories

They were only leaving the living room when they wanted to ease themselves. The mayor appeared and Nell stood at once," what did you find out?" "Mother, please sit. I'll explain what I find out to everyone," Carlton said and Nell sat. The three women in the room set their gaze keenly on him. "It's real. That man is a citizen of NorthHill. His personal assistant provided us with his birth certificate. The man owns the biggest company in our neighborhring cities; EastHill, SouthHill and WestHill. He only doesn't have a company here, he said it is because he didn't want to compete with the Alessandro's family company. He has the biggest companies in four continents; Africa, North America, South

So, my hunch was right! "So her name is Rose, huh? I never knew..." Jeremy was proud of himself to see Mikhail squirm realizing that he had jumped the gun and exposed himself. "But I gather that Rose is the old man's great-granddaughter through his daughter, right? Even then...Jonathan Erling – what does he have on Alexander?" Jeremy was curious. Jonathan Erling –? the mysterious billionaire. He is said to be nearly ninety years old and as long as he is alive he's the fourth richest man on earth. Even when there is a recession or world war, his net worth will always make him the fourth richest.

She said and I laughed. "Well, I didn't do anything. It just happened." I simply told her. "Then you've got to be kidding me. You are dating a demigod, Sarah. Damon Mackay is among the top five richest men in Avalon right now. He is no longer a billionaire but now a trillionaire. He walks in money! As far as I know, he is the largest shareholder for twelve great companies across the world, excluding luxurious hotels and all. This is the man you are living with, Sarah. To top it all, he's living a humble life here at Kimberley Royal Palace, sharing the building with other celebrities and people when he could just buy off the whole building."

“Finally.” He didn’t return the smile. “You shouldn’t be here.” “I came because I have news you’ll want to hear.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “I met someone in Dubai—he’s the richest man there, Ethan. Oil money, old money. He wants to help you take back your company. And your inheritance. All of it. From Veronica.” I stiffened, my pulse spiking. “Oh, how generous,” I said, stepping forward. “What’s the catch? You get to play savior? Or you just get to hang around my husband again?”

She hesitated before answering. “Elena Romano.” The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Miss Romano. I hear you’re in the market for a new ally.” She straightened. “Who’s asking?” A low chuckle. “Someone who can help you bury Killian Graves.” Elena’s pulse quickened. She already knew who it was. Marcus Langley. A billionaire with just as much power as Killian—except he preferred to stay in the shadows, pulling strings instead of making himself a target.

“Your cousin has become untraceable ever since he got married, maybe he has decided to take a safer route and give up the business, but that’s not my business, my drugs need to be paid for or else – you know how it goes” “I don’t enjoy being threatened Venza, you know that” his eyes pierced through the man, now gazes now locked with unspoken words ricocheting off them and bouncing against each other. “I need my money paid Matteo, and paid quick. Imagine my delight when I discovered you had moved to America and opened a little restaurant to clean your blood money” Matteo stiffened, throwing me a slight glance but I didn’t say anything and I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t even breathe. My w

He was making fun of everyone. But Jensen responded, not seeming offended by knowing that the people of that small town didn't know him as they should. “You are facing one of the richest men in the country, and my companies are involved in the construction of large metropolises like the ones you see on TV. So if I want, I can take you all out of this area and build a big city over it,” he said. "What? One of the richest men in the country?” The people, who were mostly farmers, owners of small lands, and small businesses, were amazed by this information.

The cigar smoke curled lazily in the air, coiling through the high-rise penthouse like a serpent, cloaking everything in rich mahogany shadows. Victor Westbrook sat across from a grey-bearded man in a custom navy suit, their glasses of vintage Scotch untouched. Behind them, the glittering skyline of Manhattan bled orange from the setting sun. But the tension in the room was darker. “The merger will go through, Victor,” the man said, voice gravelly, laced with confidence. “Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.”

Seth Blackwood wasn’t just the elusive billionaire who she had a one night stand with, a man she had accused of ruining her left, a man who she believed might just be a few millions of dollars richer than her family, a man she had spoken to so harshly in the past! Thea dug her nails into her palms, trying to keep the scream that threatened to rip through her throat! He wasn’t just the mysterious man she had stumbled into that night when her world shattered. He wasn’t just the husband who appeared to protect her when everyone else wanted her destroyed. He was the owner of Mayqueen. The Mayqueen! The largest Conglomerate in the entire freaking world! What the hell has she gotten herself into?!

“One million dollars. You give me that, and I’ll walk away. No more threats, no more visits, no more bombs near your pretty boyfriend’s office. You and your billionaire can live your fairy tale in peace.” River’s chest constricted. “One million dollars? You think I have that kind of money lying around?” “I know you don’t,” Dominic replied, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But your boyfriend does. What’s his name again? Jace Maddox, the autistic billionaire tech genius who can buy half the city if he wants to?” “Don’t you dare touch him,” River snapped, voice trembling with fury.