The Richest Man Who Ever Lived Book Novels & Stories

The man was a walking sex god in a CEO’s suit. He raised the book between us like a challenge. “This is the most expensive item in this room.” I stared at him, then at the book, then back at him again. A book? “Wait. This book is—?” “Five hundred million dollars.” My brain stopped working. “Five…..what?!” Surely I misheard him. No, I had to have misheard him. There was no universe where a book cost half a billion dollars. Even Lily Cooper’s work, which was precious and rare, wasn't worth that kind of money.

"You're dumb. Did you think he became the richest man on the East Coast by avoiding bloodshed?" Still, everyone's words did not seem to affect Gene. He was even beckoning at the bookie, asking interestingly, "What's this about the bets you mentioned?" "O-Oh! Well, you see, Mr. Pearce…" The bookie actually flinched in surprise—after all, this was Gene Pearce, the richest man on the East Coast, and a man some people could only dream of meeting! Stammering a little, he said, "Well, you see, the Favonis are collaborating with our modest enterprise to set up these bets."

“He was on death row. He listened to my story, pitied me. He said, ‘You have a second chance. When you get out, be someone different. Inherit my wealth and use it wisely, to bring justice to your pain.’” Dave smiled faintly, exhaling as though lifting a heavy memory off his chest. “That’s how I got here,” he said finally, his tone shifting from sorrow to pride. “That’s how, today, I became the richest man in Marinda View.” He looked up at me again, his eyes soft yet piercing. “I hope I didn’t bore you.” I shook my head slowly, speechless. No, he hadn’t bored me. He had just shown me the kind of pain that could build an empire and the kind of man who could rise from ashes and turn his scars i

I allowed myself a few seconds, my hands stilling on the silver knit of spools in my hands as I took in the angular cut of the man’s face, the way he appeared large even while he was seated. Zavier Cross. Oil magnate, richest man in upstate New York, billionaire of the century, and the stuff of every sensible maiden’s wet dreams. Something about the jet-black fade of his wolf-cut hair made my stomach clench in a way that usually had me running for the white porcelain of the toilet. I disliked men like him, power magnets who used and discarded women as they pleased. I was not a sensible maiden. Not like my sister who was yapping on about the interview.

There was something about his easy smile and down-to-earth manner that made her feel comfortable. Little did she know tha, this simple interaction with David was about to change her life in ways she never could have imagined. Isabella had always been a driven woman. She had started her own business from scratch and had worked tirelessly to turn it into a billion-dollar empire coupled with her rich family connection. But despite her success, there was one thing that had always eluded her - true love. With all her wealth and power, Isabella feels unfulfilled and lonely and longs for a deeper connection with someone.

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.”

What surprised him was the date of the photo update. It was from last year! He looked further at this person’s biography. Peter, the richest man in Wusterfield. Chris was speechless. No, his grandfather was the richest man in Wusterfield? Then why had he and his mother lived in poverty all those years? Chris suddenly became agitated. “Grandpa is still alive, and so wealthy. Then... then why did no one visit my mother until her last moment? And why, when I had no money to treat her, did no one care?”

The hoarse voice of the old man spoke. “And unexpectedly, I got to find the Albrecht Prime’s honor and prestige and their boundless vision. Let me tell you a small tale,” He continued, his eyes turning emotional. “When I first started my empire, I had my wife beside me. I remember her vision and wisdom for our company were bright back then. But sadly, I was too engrossed in my work that I failed to pay attention to my beloved, until she was taken away from me by the Above.” His eyes went to Leon’s table, and nodded.

Chapter 162 The accountant brought a new machine and inserted the bank card. It began to read all of sudden all the workers including the accountant and the manager knelt before him to apologize. In no time the overall boss rushed to the scene. And apologized to him for the humiliation he has gone through. His last words were very touching. He said don’t judge a book by its cover but the content of a book determines its worth. The reason was that this young man standing before you is the current wealthiest person in the whole Indo continent. Her card balances were reading in billions and in trillions of dollars. It was the manageress who attended to him.