Trillionaire Novels & Stories

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

With an illustrious career spanning decades, he stands as a testament to what unwavering determination, exceptional intelligence, and a relentless pursuit of excellence can achieve. Kunal Richchand's journey to becoming a billionaire business magnate is a remarkable tale of ambition meeting opportunity. From humble beginnings, he forged his path through the complex landscape of modern business, consistently demonstrating a sharp intellect and a keen ability to navigate the most intricate challenges. His meteoric rise to prominence serves as an inspiration to aspiring entrepreneurs and leaders worldwide.

But in comparison, he had about two billion dollars while the poorest of Romeo's friends had about forty billion. How would he get over thirty eight billion dollars to defeat that person first? Then Andrew Malhotra, his wealth was almost hundreds of billions. His net worth in total was apparently ninety seven billion. How was he supposed to beat that too? From two billion to one hundred billion, was that even a journey possible in a period of a few weeks? Even if he became an armed robber, he couldn't make it. Then he didn't even want to think of Romeo. The Armani family were more popular than other billionaires because they were the first and only family in the entire city to be so close in

Her expression was confident, almost defiant, a stark reminder of the woman she had become. Andrew walked in, carrying a tray with coffee and pastries, Tristan trailing behind him with a juice box. “Have you seen this?” he asked, setting the tray down and sliding the magazine toward her. Ava nodded, still staring at the headline. “It doesn’t feel real.” “It’s very real,” Andrew said, his voice firm. “You’ve earned every bit of this. Don’t you dare downplay it?” Tristan clambered onto her lap, his small hands patting the magazine. “Mommy, what’s a trillionaire?”

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Or is it really me they cared about? My eyes moved to the man standing beside me in the picture. Who is that man really? I clicked on the article, my eyes scanning the text. It says that Kalel, a reclusive trillionaire, had finally come out of hiding, and that his fiancée, a woman of unknown origins, was a rising star in the social scene. What the actual fuck? He’s a trillionaire? I mean, it was already obvious that he’s rich, but I wasn't expecting him to be richer than I am.

"It's just more glamorous, filled with wealthy people and stuff. Did you know it was because of him that his family became wealthy again?" "What do you mean?" Eds frowned. "His grandfather squandered their wealth gambling, and they became poor. Sinjin Santillan was a high school genius; he created a game called Warlords of Chaos, which he sold for a million dollars. Then, he developed unhackable software, which he used to start his company.” “Now, he's the richest man in the world," Sande explained with a hint of pride in her voice. "I read somewhere that one of the tech giants offered him an executive position in their company, but he declined their offer."

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

Seeing me break would kill her faster than the heart condition. I reached for my laptop to shut it down, but the screen caught my eye. A profile on Jaydon. I’d been staring at it earlier, trying to understand the man who signed my checks. The photo was a gut punch. He was lean, dressed in a suit that probably cost more than my apartment. His eyes were dark, intense, and focused. Even in a still image, he looked like he was about to tear someone apart. I scrolled. I knew he was successful, but the numbers at the bottom of the article made my stomach drop. He wasn't just wealthy. He was a titan. Trillions. The kind of money that didn't just buy houses, it bought countries.