Trillionaire On Top Novels & Stories

He mumbled in a daze, "Help me! Send me to the hospital… I'll pay you 100 million…" Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world's richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, "What's your name?" Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. "Oh, if it isn't Tiffany Larson, our director's daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…" Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier's words. Tiffany was Veronica's biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other.

Angela' brows furrow as she says "You have done everything you can for him" Paz grumbled "He is a member of the family,we are family and we must support one another.I am hoping to get employed as CEO St Patrick's personal assistant." Angela grinned as she pulled the pot from the cupboard. "Just keep an eye out. The St Patrick brothers are said to be dangerously wealthy and rutheless according to rumors." Paz gave her opinion "Yes I am aware the "Nasty Billionairs" are they name,I am hoping I do not see them because I am terrified what can I do? I need the money." She laughed

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.

Donny said. Caroline googled the news about Jared's first girlfriend. She was confused but also seemed happy about the news. "Why is your name on the internet?" Caroline looked at Jared seriously. Although they have known each other for a long time, Caroline still doesn't know everything about Jared. "You didn't know? Mr. Madison has 25 million followers on I*******m." "Wow, you're famous?" Caroline was quite surprised. "His name was listed in Forbes magazine as a billionaire under 35. And lately it was again in the magazine as one of the hundred richest people in the world."

“... And in other news, Billionaire CEO Travis Rodrigo is still under massive criticisms and at the verge of losing his empire due to carelessness, or just a set up. Who knows?” The reporter said, and with a big smile, she turned to the big screen beside her. “Here with us this afternoon to discuss the impact of the scandal on Mr. Rodrigo's Empire is business expert Shannel Drew..” And that was all Alison could take, she swiftly grabbed the remote control and turned off the television angrily.

He's even a bone on one’s backside. I wish I could, but I can't for the time being” Ethan replied. “He still has the backing of my father until we can find enough evidence to convince my father then it is useless’. Danny grinned. “We will catch him but for now, you need to take things easy. Our collaboration with Rachel has boosted our company value" “Yeah" Liam screamed. “We reached our 10 million milestone on all social media platforms, which is terrifying". However, that is just not enough, we need greater engagement, greater collaboration, greater deals".

Then Shane Tripp and his three lackies approach them. He doesn’t walk so much as strut, flanked by two guys who look like they’ve spent their entire lives being impressed by him. He has all the three E's of a douche bag...expensive suit, expensive watch, and an expensive ego. “Hey, ladies,” he says smoothly. “You look incredible tonight.” Braylee offers a polite smile. “Thank you. And you are?” “Shane,” he replies, puffing up slightly. “My father is in the top one percent of the wealthy elite in this country. He was on the cover of Forbes a couple months ago.”

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

“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 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.