The Tycoon System Novels & Stories

I recognized him right away, even with the lower half of his face hidden and his eyes half-closed. Shane Wilson. The Shane Wilson. Billionaire tech mogul. Media darling. Tabloid king. And right now—naked. In bed. With me. Oh God. I was feeling numb in the head and bones, my brain overcast with fog, and was panting for my life. Fragments of last night struck me, like shards of broken glass in my brain. Melissa had dragged me out. “One evening, Lucy,” she had told me. “Just have fun and try to stay alive for one night.

Inside a beauty salon, Ruby Ford made plans with a few of her friends for a spa treatment. Ten minutes earlier, her friend, Helen Bennett, wearing a short white robe with her hair up in a towel and a mask on her face, strutted over and said, “Girls, I found a really huge tycoon!” “What tycoon?” Ruby was lying on her back, enjoying the massage services as she asked without even opening her eyes. “Three hundred million! This guy spent three hundred million to acquire our city’s Prime Harvest Group!” Helen exclaimed, her eyes were filled with envy and excitement. “You guys all know that rich young master, Leon Larson, right? It’s his company that was bought over by this tycoon.”

More reason a few days under the sun would do us some good. “Yes…it's my airline after all,” He said after a few seconds had passed, “It has to look top-notch,” His airline? I turned to look at the man, obviously surprised by the revelation. “You own an airline?” “I own a lot of things, Amelia, hence the title ‘Tycoon’” he deadpanned like it was common knowledge, yet I could see that pride in his eyes. He was obviously boasting. “All but humility,” i commented with a grin. He turned to look at me the corners of his lips twitching.

“This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.” The car suddenly swerved left and surprisingly enough it was Mr. Sica’s doing. He looked angry. Not that he was fuming or had veins bulging across his forehead. His anger was the type a calculated man. It was pretty clear why he was a top gun and still remained at the top in the business world. He was a pretty great actor. I fixed my attention to the back to see how Samuel was faring forgetting the safety seat were still wo

I stuttered. He met my eyes steadily, almost with amusement. “I’m Lucious Alejandro Dexter, your baby's father,” he said. How I wanted to disappear at the spot. I banged a psychopath. “I….I can't just—go with you. I have a life. I have a job and my own apartment.” “You don’t anymore,” he said to me with that blank look. “You quit.” My mouth opened, then closed again. “How do you know that? I didn't even quit yet.”

The party was important and he was called for it but even better was the news on Michael Tyrell. Just a scoop on him could give his channel a high rating. That was the power of the male god of the Central city, the heart throb billionaire who was dream of every girl and a man envied by other men alike. “Huh?? Michael Tyrell?? You mean the Michael Tyrell from the Tyrell group?” Everyone whispered and they all went outside following the cameramen. They were eager to take a look at the youngest, richest and the handsomest billionaire and CEO of all times.

I am indeed a newcomer tycoon in this city. But in the past two years, my popularity has shaken up the business world. My alliance is extensive; even my colleagues come from different countries. I have my troops here, and no one knows it. However, because I built a safe image by being the most significant donor for every charity event, a generous businessman became the husband of a widow whose father's company was almost bankrupt. I am considered a soft-hearted man, although some who know me roughly know how deadly I am. "I will buy all of Sierge's shares under a bunch of shell companies. When I have control and get their family's weaknesses from the inside, I will overthrow them from the ex

Lucien simply stares away, saying nothing. Tyler, on the other hand, interprets that as a go ahead order. He walks up to Ethan, who has already approached him, and stares at him eyeball to eyeball as he asks, "You hosted a bidding war several days ago, if not a week or more ago. On that day, a mysterious tycoon defeated the likes of Santiago Pearson, the richest man at the time. Who is that tycoon? Does he perhaps have the last name Wood?" Mr. Ethan glances subtly at Lucien before saying coldly, "Mr. Wood isn't the mysterious tycoon if that is what you are inferring. Leave now and stop being so intrusive!"

I was greeted by his secretary, who led me to his office. As Scarlett walked into Damian's office, she couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the renowned Damian company, and Mr. Damian himself had called her. The thought of meeting such a successful billionaire was overwhelming. She tried her best to compose herself as she entered the room. She was greeted by his secretary, who led her to his office. Damian was sitting behind his desk, and he looked up when Scarlett walked in. "Scarlett, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

We leave for his study which features a library covering an expanse of space that is submerged in vintage style. Grandpa has maintained this study since the '60s, and the expensive collections it houses are all thanks to his hard work and foresight in building the successful TRANSCORP from the ground up. While it’s true that Uncle Fredrick took the company to a greater dimension, TRANSCORP wouldn’t be where it is today if not for Grandpa. Grandpa doesn’t give me the option to choose between tea and coffee when he directly asks, “What kind of tea would you like?” He doesn’t think coffee is healthy and never makes that option available.