Trillionaire Novels & Stories

Bill answers, "Yes. He is the chairman of the Barnett group. He has at least $1 trillion." "Really? Is he really so rich?" I do not know why I am asking this, but maybe because he is still my nominal husband. I clench my fist because I feel nervous, but I am looking forward to the answer. "He is rich. According to what is reported, he has more than that. He started an IT company when The Internet was invented. But everybody knows, his company is in charge of things more than IT. He is kind of mysterious. Many people say he is different from other people."

Theodore Thatcher was the definition of a self-made billionaire, already at the top of the renowned list of billionaires worldwide. At 29, he was the youngest to ever achieve such a status. His empire stretched across industries, from technology to real estate, with his name on the lips of the most powerful figures in business. Every move he made was calculated, every decision deliberate. Theodore had amassed more wealth than many could ever dream of. The inheritance from his father—though substantial—was a mere fraction of what Theodore had built through his own intelligence and relentless work ethic.

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

She asked while June busied herself with the news on Liam Fernando. Apparently, amongst over seven billion individuals on earth, she managed to offend a Multi-trillionaire with a conglomerate worth more than she could ever imagine. He had a net worth of eleven trillion dollars in assets only! He owned various businesses, companies, industries and stores all over North City. He was the biggest exporter akin to an absolute monarch and monopolist of the city. His influence dominated the political sector of North City, and he was also rumoured to be the king of the underworld. Everything he touched turned into gold, and he was named the king-maker of the City.

whispered someone in the troupe. As the dancers chatted quietly about Damien, I learned he had a background quite different from mine. He had graduated from Stanford, his father was a math professor at the university, and his mother taught humanities. Known for his exceptional skills in numbers since childhood, Damien swiftly rose to become a renowned senior trader in the finance world. People now hailed him as the undefeated Wall Street legend. Damien was indeed a remarkable billionaire, veiled in mystery.

When their one night stand resulted in an unexpected pregnancy, Nerissa life was turned upside down. Trillionaire CEO, Asher Blackwood, is determined to claim his heir and make Nerissa his - but on his terms. Nerissa finds out that he is her boss and realizes that she has no other choice but to enter a contract marriage with him. As they navigate their complicated marriage, Asher's secrets and Nerissa's fears threaten to tear them apart. Nerissa find out the truth about Asher's past and the real reason he's so desperate to hold on to her? As the stakes grow higher, Nerissa must decide whether to surrender to Asher or to go her own way, even if it means losing

"What? Where's your surprise? Why did you call me here? Did you rent this place? What about your suit? Did you spend your money again? I didn't know you're a heavy spender." He looked down. I saw a lone tear roll down his cheek but he quickly wiped it and looked at me again. What I saw stunned me. My smile slowly faded. "J-Jordan Ezekiel Muller-Evans," he uttered those words as if it was hard for him to do it. "…that's my real… name." I almost lost my balance, luckily I grabbed onto the wall. He attempted to run to me but I lifted my arm, stopping him. Pierce was right. He's rich and he's working in the Muller Group. He's the freaking President.

LOLETTE. These expensive balls always made me feel like I was suffocating. Today, I had to be here though. For him. The boy who wasn’t only my best friend, my closest confidant, but the man of my dreams. The last part was a secret though. And he was about to step into something even bigger than himself, becoming the next CEO of the largest petroleum company in the world, Emporio Dynasty Petrol. My eyes locked in on the table in the centre of the large gathering, where you could find the most expensive Armani, the flashiest Rolexes, and the most iridescent diamonds. All because that table seated the richest family in the entire hall.

The hands of the audience folded in applause because he was just as famous as he was ruthless when it came to business. "Ladies and gentlemen, we thank Alexander Blackwood of Wood Enterprise. As you know, he is not just a socialite but a very popular businessman and a bachelor too." The host teased Alexander as he walked away from the stage. There were a couple of ladies who stood by the side and were trying so hard to get his attention, but Alexander shut them out. "Hey, Mr Blackwood, how are you?" "I'm really busy." Within the next six months. His grandfather had called him and told him

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?