Trillionaire In Disguise Novels & Stories

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

All you need to do is write down my name, as if I'm the one who donated the 20 million dollars. "What makes you think that you can spend my money to gain fame?" Brie wasn't a fool. She would never let Caroline do something like that. However, Caroline leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, "I'm not trying to be famous. I'm just making your life miserable!" The Collins family had been intent on making a good name for themselves for the past few years. They'd surely gloat and have the media report about them donating 20 million dollars, even if it hadn't been done out of good will.

" David popped the long-awaited question. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears welled up in Isabella's eyes as she nodded yes, her heart bursting with happiness. The room erupted into cheers and applause as David slipped the ring onto her finger, sealing their love in front of their closest friends. “Isa, I also have a confession to make,” David said with a string of fear in his eyes. “Is everything okay?” Isabella asked worriedly. “I'm not who you think I am. I'm wealthy and influential. I only disguised myself to find true love, which I have found in you. Please forgive me for my deceit," David pleaded on his knees.

The other's start to fire business names at each other, all of them getting rejected before Tyler looks speaks, "What about Kingston's Ltd?" I choke on my water as I hysterically hit my chest to calm down. My eyes scan their appearances before looking back at Tyler, "No way!". At this point I was rejecting his idea but they all seemed to have misunderstood this as enthusiasm. "Oh my God, it's perfect. Wasn't the owner declared the richest person in the world like last year?" Lena screeches near my ear.

It was my third attempt to escape, but my father’s lackeys had done a pretty bang-up job keeping me in this horrible mansion since our engagement was official with a freaking twenty-five million dollars. My fiance was a private person despite being a self-made billionaire. He was known to be a whale on Wall Street. I was curious to look for him online, but I might not going to like what I would find out. If Jasper was right, his brother, Cas did all the public appearances since he was the expert in cryptography—he was the face of the decentralized digital currency called Centhaddeus or known as CENTH by the Crypto marketers. My heart had been beating a million a mile since Jasper caught me s

Leaving ten-year-old Alex with nothing but questions and a fire for answers that burned hotter every year. Alexander set the photos down gently, like they might crumble to dust. His eyes moved to the wall of his study, where an original Van Gogh hung over his hidden safe. Inside that safe was the proof of his transformation, bank statements showing billions, property deeds, company ownership papers. The armor he'd built piece by piece from nothing. The Forbes magazine on his desk caught the light, his own face staring back, cold and powerful. "Alexander Kane: The World's Youngest Trillionaire." If they only knew how many years, how many careful moves, how many lonely nights it had taken to r

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

"We knew the moment we first saw you. Your liberated kind of image won't fool us. Your face is on the front page of most business magazines sold in this country, and even offered overseas, and for us, it is not difficult to distinguish your disguise now from those in the public photos. Teeth braces, too much acne, unruly hair, thick eyeglasses, and awkward poses and suits cannot fool us. It is not enough to hide who you truly are, well, it did not work for us. We know that you are the daughter of one of the richest men in the country, aligned with the father of Sire Tanashiri, Sir Paciano. You have a life of luxury like them, that is why you have no negative feelings toward the company and d

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.