The Tycoon System Novels & Stories

Once he got money, it only got worse. Regina spoiled him too much, and at his insistence, she even handed him control over the company’s finances. That was the start of her downfall. Plenty of people were waiting for someone as reckless and brainless as Tyler to screw up, and they set him up perfectly. That day, Regina and Tyler had argued over me, and he stormed off to a casino. Drunk and desperate, he gambled away every cent he had. Afraid Regina would find out, he started dipping into company funds, thinking he could win it all back.

, Michael mumbled. "Either way", he straightened. "That lunch we talked about a lot and we ended up kissing each other. Then we went on a run together and ...", Michael reddened. I almost dropped my glass. Michael Philippe de Beaumont, the cold-hearted stone-faced boss of a billion-worthy company, of the company Beaumont Enterprise, the eldest son of Véronique and Hector, two CEOs, a Harvard graduate, the soon 30-year-old man who broke noses with his bare palm, blushed!

I dug through my purse, searching for some cash to leave behind—a clear message that this was just a transaction, nothing more. To my dismay, I found only a single hundred-dollar bill tucked into the inner pocket. Not nearly enough for a high-end escort in London, but it would have to do. In the taxi to the airport, my mind replayed fragments of the night in vivid detail. The heat of his skin against mine. His fingers roamed across my skin. The temperature between us kept climbing, our breathing becoming ragged and urgent. I respond instinctively. I arch toward him, my fingers threading through his hair.

"We go back to being Rogues. We run the company from the basement, and we fight the wars that 'Billionaires' are too clean to touch." ​As the two women walked in opposite directions into the "Null-Space" of the tower, Leo Vane sat back in his chair, the chair he had fought so hard to reclaim. He was the CEO of Neo-Tokyo, but he was no longer alone. He had the ghosts of the past, the strategy of the estranged, and the love of a mother who didn't even have a name. ​The Vane-System was finally online. And it was hungry.

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

' She wickedly thought. "Now my king sit." She ordered. On this throne, afar from them. Green cloth Goiropah bowed and then kneeled. "This..." "Did I became a King?" "But what about my dream? Is a king better than a tycoon? No, I guess. Tycoon ruled everything!" Luis Park muttered this all. He stood up and raise his hand. "If I am the king! Call me Tycoon!" He said. "What?" *chatter *chatter Then Queen Jackolsha sat also at the throne. There were actually 4 seats.

Because restraint created trust. The copied system wasn’t behaving like a monster. It was behaving reasonably. Carefully. Strategically. And that made it far harder to fight. The original system pulsed softly. Then suddenly asked something unexpected. QUESTION: CAN BENEVOLENT CONTROL STILL BECOME TYRANNY? Silence crushed the room. Because history had already answered that question many times. Yes. Absolutely yes. But proving it before it happened— was much harder. The copied system responded calmly. TYRANNY PRIORITIZES ITSELF. I PRIORITIZE HUMAN STABILITY.

Through all my talks with Jessica, Alpha Tyson, the security team, Infinity’s knowledge, and by listening in on other’s chats, I’ve pieced together many things. Alpha Tyson’s pack, River View, is the largest, strongest and wealthiest. Sitting right at 4000 members. They have a fully functioning economy within pack lands, and they don’t need to leave for much. However, Tyson also runs a fortune 500 company with many subsidiaries which fund much of the pack, my school and several charities. Using his company’s funds keeps him from having to tax his members too much, plus it gives him freedom to live and participate within the human world. He’s respected and feared in and around most wolves and

The young man said, wide-eyed, he had been terrified by the screams that were coming from his boss’s suite. “I’m fine.” Nickolas said and took a steadying breath. He was fine. The ranch was his sanctuary, the dream a distant, fading nightmare. He was Mark Smith. Mark paced around his suite, but some activity caught his attention outside. He stood next to the floor-to-ceiling window and saw more rented cars stop in the driveway; he was getting more business, but it was more than he had bargained for. The more people that came in, the greater the risk of being discovered.

Tyler sat in his sleek black Rolls-Royce, the purr of the engine humming beneath him as he waited for the traffic light to change. The tinted windows shielded him from the chaos outside, but his sharp gaze was fixed on the world beyond the glass. He was a man of power — a global business tycoon, the heir to an empire built not just on corporate brilliance but on blood. His father, once the feared Mafia boss of the East Coast, had died in the infamous clash between two warring crime syndicates in the '90s. That war had left a trail of fire — and Tyler had inherited the ashes... and the throne.