The Secretly Rich Man Novels & Stories

"What? What secret?" "What secret have you got?" "None." "Really? Including the one point eight billion dollars hidden in your very cozy apartment?" With every reveal, Richard is taken aback but this one is worth more than any other. He immediately bends down as far as he can go. "Please don't kill me or tell anyone. I'll stay quiet all my life. Infact, how much do you want?" The voice chuckles gruffly. "How much do I want? How about if I say I want two billion?"

' He humbly asked himself. It has just started the partnership project so it is impossible for him to raise such a large amount. He looked at Esteban. But he thinks more impossible. He has no job and the Lazaros look at him as trash*. Shit! How did this happen? Is this what they call karma? He gritted his teeth in annoyance. Looking at Esteban unconsciously, could it be said that he is a secret young master? He shook his head in disbelief. How could it be possible that a waste known to Laguna could spend millions to buy a villa? What kind of joke is this?! Damn it!

The First Day at work. Olivia. I stood in front of the gleaming glass doors of Kensington towers, a skyscraper that dominated the upper East Side of the New York skyline. I looked up at the big building that I could bet had over Sixty floors with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Today was the first day of my new job as the secretary to Jake Anderson, one of the most influential billionaires in the world. Ofcourse everyone had heard of Jake or seen him in blogs and articles. He was well known for a number of things apart from his billionaire status.i had spent the past week and the whole of last night preparing for those day.

“Three outlets already. By nine it will be everywhere.” “Send it,” he said. He was already reaching for his personal phone. The email arrived before he finished the sentence. He opened it and read the headline first. “Billionaire Hiding Pregnant Mistress: Inside The Christopher Estate’s Best Kept Secret.” He looked at the photograph. He looked at it for a long time.

When I finally made it to my house, I went straight to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed, still wearing the black dress I had chosen so carefully for what I thought would be an innocent lunch with a stranger. But it had not been a stranger. It had been the man I trusted more than anyone else in the world, revealing himself to be someone completely different from who I thought he was. I stared at the ceiling and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Richmond was not a humble restaurant worker struggling to make ends meet. He was Richmond Fernandez, owner of Fernandez Real Estate, one of the wealthiest men in Sacramento. Every conversation we had shared about money and success had be

“Tell me, did you ever find the nine hundred million?” His face shifts. I love it. I watch him put it together. “You…” he breathes. “ You hid my money.” “Haha, Richard, it was never yours, and I cannot wait to see you explain yourself to your Underworld bosses,” I sneer. “Where is it?!” he explodes. “Where the fuck is it?!” I smile. Quiet. Cruel. My thoughts are dark as I look at him. Yes, Richard. Please squirm. The dirty money you tried to kill me for, you will never find it.

“Yes, your guest. Or did you think I came here to admire the beautiful furniture?” There was an uncomfortable silence. My assistant placed a folder in front of me and opened it. completely ignoring Derick’s growing irritation. “Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Nicolus, the owner and majority shareholder of Global Wealth also known as Global Trust. I believe we have had a few dealings with your company over the years.” The silence that followed was almost amusing. Derick stared at me then the folder in front of him. I watched as recognition slowly settled in his eyes. He had heard my name countless times. He had probably cursed it a few times over the past week. Considering the num

Back Story. Richard Underhill was the new topic of conversation in New York. No one could escape the fact that the 25-year-old man was turning over a hundred million dollars in stockpiles. The young risk capitalist had an extremely successful year, and he had doubled his fortune within six months. Richard was the handsome, mysterious underdog with black hair and gray eyes that came from nothing and made a name for himself. He's tall, strong, and sharp, and many women had their eyes fixed upon him.

“You make it sound like miracle and magic combined, Mr. Windstorm. But I get it, anything can happen when you have all the money in the world.” His smiled stretched further, but I felt as though it held a secret; a secret that I suddenly want to uncover. I was right. This man indeed had a treasure trove of secrets. “So, my offer, I told you I don’t take no for an answer,” he said, returning to his wheelchair and wearing his sunglasses again. Three seconds later, the door opened and in came a middle-adult man dressed in a doctor’s coat.

He nodded, “He is the reason I am here today. The first time I met him, it was in one of the slums. He looked too healthy for the environment, but I thought anything could happen to anyone, plus, he had stolen my dinner. I wrote him off. I judged him immediately. That same night he surprised me after trusting me with a massive sum of money. I have had my share of betrayal, so I returned with the things he needed. “He was shocked. He didn’t hide that. Soon, we got closer, and I learned how he had ended up in the slum despite having loads of money” “How?” I interrupted curiously. I wanted to hear Derek's lie. What had he told this guy to get his loyalty? “He was cheated. The boss had