The Richest Man Who Ever Lived Book Novels & Stories

The lighting was expensive, the tables were perfect, and the food was art. Raniola was in the center of it all. The Italian businessman was a man of specific tastes. He had hand-picked a British magazine, “Lifestyle”, to capture the launch of Le Luxe. They had fought off a dozen other firms to be here. In less than twenty-four hours, the world would stop spinning and look toward the Cafe de l’Homme.

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

The other's start to fire business names at each other, all of them getting rejected before Tyler looks speaks, "What about Kingston's Ltd?" I choke on my water as I hysterically hit my chest to calm down. My eyes scan their appearances before looking back at Tyler, "No way!". At this point I was rejecting his idea but they all seemed to have misunderstood this as enthusiasm. "Oh my God, it's perfect. Wasn't the owner declared the richest person in the world like last year?" Lena screeches near my ear.

Life had changed so much, yet fear still felt the same. Her phone buzzed again. This time, a message. “Miss me?” — L.X.” Her breath caught. No. It couldn’t be. Her knees buckled slightly as she read the initials over and over. There was only one person who ever signed his messages like that. Lava Xovert. The man who had humiliated her at the altar. The man who left her for wealth, prestige, and a different life. The man who disappeared and became nothing more than a scar on her past.

"It's not a rush. We can leave now. I wonder if old Ye can let us take this desk away. I can buy it with money. How about one hundred million?" While speaking, Allen Petersonkept touching the desk, as if it was a rare treasure. Hearing this, the onlookers around looked at Allen Petersonin disbelief. He must be crazy! As the richest man in the East Sea city, Zhuanghongcai had an extraordinary wealth. Of course, this desk was of top quality. But what was the best? The most expensive thing was only over a hundred thousand. How could Allen Petersonspend 100 million on it?

I understood everything now… but it was still too big, too amazing, and too unbelievable for me to accept all at once. “Y-you… you are Gabriel Sterling?” I whispered softly, my voice shaking with shock and disbelief. “The… the richest man in the country? The man everyone talks about, the man who can do anything he wants? But… but you told me you were poor… you told me you had nothing…”

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.

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

Mei hissed. Musa raised an eyebrow. “Live in trees?” He laughed. “That’s no surprise. Since I must have arrived here riding a donkey, yes? Alhaji Khalid—my father—is the richest man in the whole of Africa. You mean to tell me people here don’t know him?” Each word burned Mei’s ears. “Richest man? Since when?” “Since birth,” Musa said bluntly. “The Abubakar family has a history of billionaires. This conversation is pointless. I have no time to educate you, make your own inquiries by yourself.”