Uncharted Nathan Drake Fortune Novels & Stories

Rumors had it that Nathan was a wealthy business man whose influence had reached all corners of the world with multiple investments. Supplementing with the fortune, he was the golden ticket that the Nates Family needed to propel themselves to greater heights. For the past thirty years, they had survived on their measly share of Leah's estate, which was running out soon and her son appeared at the right time! Leah faked her death and till this day, they all think she is dead. For now, all they needed was her son who would be bringing them to greater heights.

The camera people, his manager etc all tried following him, wanting to ask more questions like if his death was all fake etc but Nathan remained silent as he had said all he needed to say for now. As he reached outside, he looked up to the sky with a large smile on his face while feeling as if he was looking at God. ‘’Thank you.’’ He whispered in gratitude for this second chance to restart. ‘’Billionaire Restart!’’ a thunderous powerful voice was then heard by everyone even the ones still in the hall, coming out of nowhere and with a bigger smile, of knowing whose voice it was, Nathan took off to go and restart in his new life. His first mission being to go find Doctor Jasmine Zachary, do so

Hopefully, with the money Johann received for his sale to Fredrick, he will leave Anja alone now. Nathaniel gazed at the ocean where the sky met the sea and wondered if freedom was over there. If he ever found that freedom he would take his mother with him and they would never look back. That night the housekeeper brought fresh bread, butter and some cornmeal mush for him. He wolfed down the first savory food he ever had in his life, licking his fingers and lips hungrily while the housekeeper watched with pity. That evening when he was laying down enjoying the quiet of Fredrick’s mansion, two hefty men entered the room. Nate huddled in a corner and watched them walk toward the windows, shutt

When he ran into Elio, who was only thirteen years old at the time, the two of them chatted about martial arts. Back then, Uncle Shaw was reluctant to lend Drake any money, since he did not think Drake would be able to pay him back. Luckily for Drake, Elio had spoken up. "Lend Big Silly Hughes two million dollars,” he said. “I'll vouch for him. If he doesn't pay you back, I'll pay the debt for him." Since Elio had spoken, Uncle Shaw had no objections. He immediately lent Drake two million dollars. Two years later, Drake returned the money as promised. With the momentum on his side, he finally managed to become a millionaire in his own right.

Charles declared, relishing every word. Curiosity piqued, Nathan quickly navigated to a news website. The headlines painted a vivid picture of GRACE's downfall – investors abandoning ship, a company in crisis, and uncertainty about its future. He scrolled through the articles, absorbing the details. "Looks like Hunter's empire is crumbling," Charles chuckled on the other end, his satisfaction evident. "His ruthless tactics are finally catching up with him." Nathan's eyes narrowed as he processed the information. The news portrayed Hunter's predicament as a significant setback, a fall from grace. He pondered the implications of GRACE's downfall and its potential impact on the business landsca

The prescription would cost at least forty. Got it. How was the calc test? Aced it! MIT here I come! Claire smiled despite her exhaustion. Clara was going to MIT. No matter what it took. That night, lying in the bed she shared with Clara, Claire pulled out Damian Cole's business card. She'd looked him up during break. Thirty-two. Self-made billionaire. Photos showed him at galas with beautiful women, always perfect, always untouchable. And she'd dumped coffee on him. Clara peered over her shoulder. "Who's that?"

For the first time that day, Sienna felt like she could breathe again. They stayed with her until she felt steady enough to return to her charts. Around midnight… The golden setup appeared. Perfect. Clean. Flawless. She executed the trade—a deep, confident breath leaving her chest. Twenty minutes later, her screen flashed. Profit. Big profit. She didn’t just recover the second 500 million… She doubled it. 1 billion gained. Loss erased. Reputation saved. Account in profit. Sienna covered her mouth with her hands as relief crashed over her body like a wave.

"Playing the good guy? You were just trying to get close to me because you thought I was the real heir. The second you found out I wasn't, you ran faster than anyone. Who are you to talk down to me? I don't have money—figure it out yourself." Nathan let out a cold laugh. "That's not what you said back then. You said the minute you got those shares, you'd help me. You said we were buddies. I blew hundreds of thousands on you—fancy clubs, expensive dinners. And now you're telling me you're broke? Meeting you is the worst thing that ever happened to me." He was kicking himself now. He kept thinking, if only he'd listened to Cillian back then. He grabbed Arthur by the collar.

" Vanessa watched our retreating figures. At last, she broke down completely and sobbed. She regretted everything. She hated everyone. But it was far too late for any of that now. Vanessa's fate turned out even worse than I imagined. After being fired from the nightclub, she couldn't find steady work and ended up drifting from place to place once again. One day, a wealthy businessman in his forties noticed her on the street and thought she was attractive. Samuel's old face had always been fairly handsome, and her pitiful circumstances only made her seem more vulnerable.

he said, and the man in the chair hummed. My eyes snapped open, and I stared lazily at them and then at the ceiling. I moved to sit up, but the doctor caught my shoulder. “Please lay down,” he said, and I nodded. He exchanged looks with the man in the chair and walked off. As soon as the door closed, I turned to him...thinking of it, he now looked familiar...wasn't that Vincent Noir, a tycoon with a net worth of 700 billion? Was he my savior?