Wealthy City Novels & Stories

Haste makes waste, always. Today, being alone in his Barrow Cove villa had been boring enough that he decided to get out of the house for a walk. Come to think of it—when was the last time Zayn just stopped from his frenzy and just experienced the pulse and beats of the city? After a few years of development, Waltz City had become a rising city second only to the nation’s very top. The streets were always abuzz with its occupants, who strode with the intensity and conviction of a person with a mission for a better life. At some corners, one could see street magicians wowing the crowd with their newest illusions or cantrips. Nearby, hardworking cleaners had already begun their work of making

Daniel stood immediately behind her, a silent, menacing sentinel whose hands were loosely clasped in front of him, his eyes never ceasing their perimeter sweep. The Prime Minister cleared his throat, leaning forward. "Ms. Anderson, let us bypass the diplomatic pleasantries. Spain's sovereign wealth funds are hemorrhaging. The western maritime trade routes are congested, and our domestic banking sector is on the verge of a liquidity crisis. We have reviewed your restructuring of the West City ports and the subsequent absorption of K's Entertainment into a global logistics network. It was... unprecedented."

His company was a titan in the business world, holding a firm grip on the city’s economy and impacting the lives of countless individuals. Not yet thirty years old, Logan Wilde had built an empire that was the envy of many. In the bustling metropolis of Veridian City, his name was synonymous with power and prosperity. His wealth knew no bounds, with opulent mansions nestled in prestigious neighbourhoods, luxury vehicles that turned heads as they rolled through the city streets, and a lifestyle that exuded extravagance at every turn. Logan’s elevated status was undisputed, and his influence permeated the social fabric of the city, making him a force to be reckoned with.

Jared looked surprised by my words. "Actually, I wanted to buy everything, but it looks like the association rejected that." I rubbed my face again. Twenty percent is already in the top twenty richest people in the city. I'm sure with the wealth I've given Addison, she and her father will live well for the rest of their lives. Not to mention that she was good at managing it. I'm sure if Addison is a smart woman, especially Martin Rundolph, her father is not a random person in the business world.

As I made my way to my cozy bed, I couldn't help but be captivated by the stunning view of the city that lay before me. Living in a penthouse had its perks, especially being adopted by the wealthy billionaire Hanz Waldorf. He had brought me into his lavish world, ensuring that I never experienced the simplicity of a regular home. And so, in this towering building, I found myself with a breathtaking sight-a panoramic view of the entire city below, adorned with lights that flickered like stars.

he asked I blinked—he's really rich? “Boss isn't just rich, he's an elite.” he started “There are thousands of rich families in the world, but the Belladoná family symbolizes wealth and power. They are not just rich, they are old money rich.” I want to laugh to his explanation, he sounds like a side character explaining how rich the male lead is. It's hilarious.

PROLOGUE Aurelia was a country built on sharp contrasts. At its very core stood Solene City - a dazzling hub of wealth and power that seemed to just radiate excess. Skyscrapers pierced the clouds like giant shards of glass, expensive cars lined private streets and you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who didn't own a mansion or a penthouse. In Solene, money talked louder than any law and in a place like that, influence was easily passed down to the next generation, as much as it was earned - but to be honest, it felt more like its mostly handed down on a silver platter.

"Control. I control the flow of money and goods through Chicago. If you want something the legal way won't give you, you come to me. And you pay. Handsomely." He pulled up something on his computer. Bank accounts. Lia saw the numbers and nearly fainted. $47 million in one account. $23 million in another. $156 million in offshore holdings. "You're rich," she breathed. "I'm wealthy. There's a difference. The rich have money. Being wealthy is having power." He closed the laptop. "And I've built this from nothing. Started at nineteen with a gun and a stolen car. Now I own this city. Everything that matters."

If there were no messages from her in twenty-four hours, he would directly make his way to the Smith family. Harvey wanted to force Yvonne to come out. Only then could he find out what had happened. The city, Mordu, outside the car window, was bustling with traffic. As the economic center of the great Country H and one of the world’s largest financial metropolises, Mordu was full of tall buildings, looking glamorous and modern. Many large multinational companies had their headquarters in Mordu. The most famous among them was the three-piece building located at the estuary of Mordu.

I disappeared, taking with me, all the spoils and riches in his vault. I knew Magnus would never forgive me for leaving him with nothing, but I knew he would be able to earn back everything I took. Especially, when I gave him the formula of the 'No-Scent' elixir to mass produce and distribute among the rogues around the world. After a few years, I had heard that he purchased a big area of land to build his own city. Now, Wolf City as it is called, is a thriving entertainment and recreational area mostly inhabited by rogues. It is located along the boundaries of California and Nevada about fifteen hours from Montana by car which wasn't very far.