Trillionaire Novels & Stories

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

MAD “Oh, wow.” That was Tara’s first reaction after riffling through pages of our comprehensive prenuptial agreements. “I’m not protecting my assets from you. I’m protecting yours.” Because I knew the truth. Billionaires and trillionaires didn’t give the exact amount of their wealth to the public, especially families that came from old money like the founders of international banking dynasties and the royal families that made Elon and Jeff look poor. She rolled her eyes. While her arms were folded on her desk, she was just looking at the two sets of our prenups.

“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.

The officer hesitated. “Our analysts believe John’s net worth may already exceed fifteen trillion dollars.” The room erupted in quiet murmurs. Chad Kirk stood up. “That’s impossible.” “Markets would collapse if someone controlled that much capital.” Dennis shook his head. “That’s exactly why he hasn’t revealed himself.” Shawn Mccart leaned forward. “He’s hiding his influence.” Dennis nodded. “Exactly.” “Every deal goes through shell companies.” “Every acquisition routed through proxies.” “Every transaction hidden by that AI.”

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.

“It’s not a big deal, Tara.” “Yes, it is! It’s the first time I witnessed my friend have an interest in a man! How could it be not a big deal?” Tara said hysterically. I just shrugged my head. “Think what you want to think. I’m not interested. Final.” After saying that to Tara, I swiftly looked back at the front, staring at the laptop’s screen. I didn’t doubt what Zygo said two days ago that he is one of Tranquil’s billionaires. From the beginning, I knew he was a tycoon and had been rolling in money because no one else could enter ZF Hotel, but those people qualified as Elites.

Margret said sternly. Charlie Sr. interjected, "Hill, we need to leave now. I don't want to resort to violence." Ignoring Charlie Sr., Hill turned to Margret and dropped a bombshell, "Margret Owen, X is your son, Celestine." Margret's eyes widened in disbelief, while Charlie Sr. looked puzzled. "I have the potential to earn three billion dollars by selling this information, Margret," Hill added smugly.

After her first encounter she did not believe that she would ever meet the only man who had instilled such a forbidden emotion in her a year ago. The man was so cold yet caused others to heat at his mere gaze. Sebastian Agreste, she had heard stories about the business mogul, a genius, who could make the impossible possible in the business world. He was rumored to have read peoples minds and with social skills that far out weighed any others, he was the most successful being on the planet. He had many other attributes that could be added to the list which helped him succeed. At the age of 33 he had acquired more wealth than the top 20 richest people combined had achieved. He was the richest

Slamming my butt on the comfortable settee, I decide to take a cruise around this cottage to deflect my fusses from my nightmare. This monster's accounts must be overflowing with cash. Given the luxuries glamouring his private properties, and what his dirty businesses earn him daily, he is a filthy Trillionaire fuck of a bastard! Rich in money! He is a stinking-to-high-heaven hyperbole, but the poorest of all at heart. What a pity! That aside because I will never feel sorry for this son of a bitch whatsoever, but what does he plan to do with all this wealth? I mean, the idiot doesn't even care about his own child. So, what is the need for all the efforts he ma

"A new private jet, wow, I should have known, I forgot you are a billionaire, how did I not know my husband is so fucking rich and influential? Wow, I sometimes forget how wealthy you are, so much money, I married rich, not a lot of people can relate. She talked on, at this rate she was sure Rafael might be rethinking his decision to marry her or even to go on this trip but she couldn't stop chit chatting. "Almost a trillionaire, just a few more loads and good deal and I will enter that league, so better get used to it, and also the attention that I plan on giving you," He said proudly. "Yes, sir, I am looking further to it," "Why do you keep saying, sir?" "It