Tommyinnit Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Forbes’ Youngest Billionaire, Jay Naire, Wins Another Multi-Million Dollar Investment.” My brain froze. I scrolled down. Another headline. “Jay Naire: The Tech Genius Reshaping New York’s Startup Industry.” Another one. “The Billionaire Who Built an Empire Before Thirty.” I slowly lifted my head. “H… he isn’t poor?” Lilly stared at me like I had just asked if the sky was green. “Poor?” “This man could buy half of Manhattan if he wanted.” My stomach dropped. Without thinking, I marched back to him and grabbed the swing to stop it.

Elaina pushed Ava off her, sitting crossed legs on the floor. Ava mirrors her movement as they sit facing each other. "His name is Conan Pierre Leroy, he's a sex god but he's also very sweet whenever we interact, I never know what to expect but I always enjoy it" She recounted her encounters with the billionaire while her friend made googly eyes at her. Elaina claimed his name was familiar and proceeded to do a full-on FBI investigation on him, she'd not gotten over his net worth and had been cleaning her eyes out for five whole minutes.

"Is that what you have in mind for me?" Back when they were first married, Audie and her late husband were in debt due to gambling losses; it was Gama who saved them. And now that Gama was left with nothing after three years of his company going bankrupt, his mother-in-law kicked him out today. "Of course," Audie said as he placed a magazine on the table featuring a photo of a distinguished gentleman. The title, Gama: Jordan Low, is a prosperous young businessman with over a trillion dollars in assets. Jordan is the ideal match for my daughter, a man who can elevate our social status. He is the individual we want most in E. 'Ador. Unlike you, a man destined to fail, who has only tarnished my

Whatever bliss we had together was momentary and it was gone. "Damn!" Tom exclaimed, jolting me out of my thoughts. He looked surprised, his brows raised as he scrolled through his phone. Curiosity got the better of me and I asked. "What?" He whistled, passing me the phone. "Who could have thought that the billionaire would get hooked? The world sure is full of surprises." I stared at the article he was reading, scrolling through until I got to a picture. A gasp slipped past my lips in shock.

“But for those who don’t keep up with the London papers, allow me to introduce myself properly. Damian Thorne, CEO of D.T. Tech, the one and only billionaire who shows up to nine-figure board meetings in a hoodie and zero fucks.” Laughter rippled through the crowd and I waited for it to die. I paced the stage slowly, lettin’ the lights catch the edges of my tux. “Tonight ain’t just my baby brother’s birthday. See that house behind me? That’s the new standard tomorrow’s gonna be chasing. The future starts here, and the future don’t come cheap. Investments open at midnight and I promise the interest rate will be a hell of a lot hotter than I am. Don’t sleep on it.”

"I've set up a medical foundation in his name. You're the permanent director, of course. No one better." Tommy's smile cracked. His father used to set up a wildlife protection fund and he managed to drain every single dime out of it. This embezzlement scandal had nearly gotten him drowned in the Everglades. Now his fingers dug into the bunny's hip, knuckles white. "How… generous," he spat. "But let's talk cash. Tonight's game is physical. Have you brought any cash?" The elevator dinged. The bodyguards marched in with my briefcases, stacking them like bricks. Tommy's pupils dilated.

A torrent of men and women followed him—proxies, angry investors, and faces Theodore hardly recognised but knew well enough by their hungry smirks. "Listen up, ladies and gentlemen," Michael said in a voice that was calm yet sharp. He threw a folder on the table, which was shiny. "The numbers speak for themselves." I now own fifty-one percent of Kensington Industries. There were gasps all around the table. "Impossible..." one director said under his breath. Alistair smiled, but his eyes didn't show it. "You've always liked illusions, Richards." Michael leaned up close, putting a lot of pressure on the wood with both hands. The cedar and spice in his fragrance made the room smell like it was

"Sorry to bother you. Linda wasn't out here, so I wasn't sure if you were alone or with a client. I'll come back later." Beth. Bethany didn't want to work for him, and yet she wanted to be close to him, to be an extension of his company. Damon motioned her to come closer. "No, it's fine. Come on in, Bethany. Let me introduce you to James Talling. He's the-" "The CEO of Zarpeth. I'm aware." She gave him a cute smile and extended her hand as James stood up and turned to greet her. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Talling. I enjoyed your article in Entrepreneur last year. It was brilliant."

How indecisive I am about these things. A car horn was heard outside. Oh my God! That must be Dalton, I looked out the window and it was indeed the . I took my handbag and went downstairs. that you, America?” I bumped into Tayler . “I'm not here for your little games today, Tommy, please don't bother me. “You're super beautiful, I've never seen you that way”he came down with me At the exit was a luxurious car. “Oh! It's a beauty, it's a limited edition Lamborghini Veneno”Tommy opened his mouth”so now you're a fortune hunter.

“Well, you can pick any of the men here and see if it’s worth a shot. But, if you ask for my opinion on who you should go for…” He nudged his head over my shoulder. I turned around slightly and found another billionaire walk into the space. He took the attention of most people in the room. Buff, with a stoic expression. A tattoo peaked out of his folded sleeves. “Who is he?” I asked. “Sallion Perry.” I waited for more information but got nothing. “Is that all?” “He’s a billionaire,” Raymond said. “No job description?” “Oh, his name is just enough to get people riled up. People say…” Mathew leaned in then whispered. “He’s a black hat hacker, but no one has been able to prove it. Though I thin