Tommyinnit Billionaire Novels & Stories

--- 📌HEADLINE: INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS AWARDS — PHILLIPS GLOBAL SWEEPS THREE CATEGORIES “Alex Phillips named Businessman of the Year.” “Award for Humanitarian Innovation goes to Phillips Global.” “Visionary Leadership Ribbon awarded to CEO Alex Phillips.” Luke whistled under his breath. “Damn,” he murmured. “Jas… what did you get yourself into?” Jamie leaned closer. “Okay but like… he’s hot, he’s rich, he’s powerful… why is he single?” Luke scrolled down. Then froze. “Oh.” --- 📌HEADLINE: THE BILLIONAIRE EVERY WOMAN WANTS

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

2 million dollars. Yes, 1.2 million. “This man is crazy,” I mumbled because the absurdity of his sending a necklace this expensive to my office was almost comical. Although if I think about it, a million isn’t much for him. Ben, my other coworker, whistled. “I didn’t know dating a billionaire had those perks. Does that mean you will abandon us soon?” I frowned immediately. What the hell is their problem? I’ve never been rude to him or Sarah, so I don’t understand why they try to make those passive-aggressive comments.

I say with disbelief. "Everything will be fine. You don't have to worry." Sydney says this as he takes my hand. He rubs the back of my hand soothingly and I look at his face. I never knew I would be the one to marry the handsome cold billionaire. One of the most feared mafia lords. One of the hottest bachelors. I remember reading of how Sydney dated so many hot women and I smirk. He's mine now. "All you have to do is defeat the Italians." With that we finish our dinner. I start to pick up the plates but Sydney insists on doing everything as I watch him. After he's done I decide on getting some sleep. I feel so tired.

"And then..." "No." "And then..." "Elena.” I whined. "You completely forgot Sebastian existed." I covered my face. "Oh my God." Stacy laughed. "You looked at Liam like the rest of us weren't even in the room." "I did not." "You absolutely did." I groaned again, neither woman showed mercy. "Do you realize how insane this is?" Elena asked. "I don't want to know." "One of the richest men in New York is interested in you." I opened my mouth then closed it because technically, she wasn't wrong unfortunately.

another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company, Now you all tell me if its right for me to give it up after everything I habe done so far" as Mr madison finished his speech, The people I'm the room exchanged looks, they all seemed to feel sorry for him, He like the looks on their faces, exc

Helicopters didn't belong here. Neither did billionaires. But as a tall figure emerged from the aircraft, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the coastal wind, Maya felt ice crystallize in her veins. She knew that silhouette. Everyone in America knew that silhouette. Damien Cross. Tech mogul. Venture capitalist. The man whose face graced the cover of Forbes with alarming regularity, whose companies had revolutionized everything from social media to artificial intelligence. The man who, according to last month's tabloids, had just closed a deal worth eight hundred million dollars before breakfast.

"She won't have that moment forever." "We'll see about that." Mr. Trainor stormed out of the room, maintaining his cool. Zain Adolphus, silent billionaire boss, CEO and businessman in his early thirties. He lived in the gymnasium basement, and, was a major shareholder of Ocean Academy. Mr. Trainor worked directly under him. To everyone, he was just that homeless man luck shone on, that was able to afford to be part of Ocean Academy. He had just moved into the city a few months ago, no one knew he was a billionaire in the city, with numerous investments and companies.

The Monday after the gala felt unreal. Lena’s phone hadn’t stopped buzzing. Pictures from the party had exploded across the internet. Headlines read: “Who’s the Mystery Woman on Rafael Blackthorne’s Arm?” “From Assistant to It Girl? Meet Lena Carter.” “Power Couple in the Making?” Lena groaned and slid deeper into her coffee cup. “Two weeks ago, I was breaking up bar fights and refilling ketchup bottles,” she muttered. “Now I’m being shipped with the most un-dateable billionaire in Manhattan.”

“What?” Bruno just pretended not to see that, his phoenix eyes held a smile. “I don't have any money on me, I want to go buy warm clothes, eat a meal, and then buy another pack of cigarettes. Can you give me some money, please?” Bertha tried to suppress her anger, she looked towards Tommy. “How much cash do you carry?” Tommy immediately opened the inside pocket of his suit, touched his pants pocket, and said. “I have five hundred dollars.”