Novel & Cerita Wealthy Writers

His parents died a few years ago, and he was made CEO of Armen Corps. He must’ve found it hard—shouldering responsibilities that heavy... and now he’s getting married just to please investors. I guess we’re both in desperate need. Though, mine is purely financial. My aunt flashed in my mind. She’s the only reason I agreed to this. I inhaled deeply and kept reading. Nothing personal was written—just what the media already knew. The rest was fluff. The last page concluded the contract—with a space for my signature. I signed it. And just like that, we had a deal.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

Lydia listened quietly to Gwen's account. "These business elites, it seems that their families have a lot of money, but in fact, there is a big difference between each person. There are some people who started with nothing but earn millions, and some were born rich, but there are individuals who only have a family name, like bastards. They are as active as butterflies in the business social scene, hoping to find a rich and powerful partner to help them out." Gwen lifted her hand to block the light shining on her face, her face unreadable in the shadows.

"Tom's family is as rich as they are powerful, and everyone would have a hard time if he starts rampaging, deciding that he can live with any consequences as long as we suffer too." "Yeah, I know." Avid quickly calmed down as he had been through more than one crisis. Then, reclining against his armchair pensively, he mused, "I'm just worried that Jasper is no match for him either." Renee sighed. "He probably isn't. We're talking about a global dynasty with wealth to match nations." On the world's richest list, there were actually plenty of individuals who were nothing more than normal businesspeople. It was those whose names outside the list that were really, really rich—people whom the gene

“That should do the trick.” “That should do the trick?” I repeated. “Or it should do the trick?” “It should do the trick, sir. From what our private investigators were able to gather, most of their writers are underpaid and they work out of an apartment building in West Brooklyn.” “Okay? What’s the plan to discredit them?” He cleared his throat. “Paying off a few of the writers will destabilize their already crumbling workforce. It’s true that they gained some traction on social media because they were the first to post it on their accounts, but that will only get them so far.”

Axel’s company has sent him a multi year offer and also offered a blank cheque financing, and they could do more without going bankrupt. Jaques felt Axel was not showing the world all his wealth. If this was not all, then how much exactly did he have? Jaques looks at the record again. Even a hundred years on earth could not amass the kind of assets Axel had, and there was not a single article about him online. There was something unsettling about Axel, Jaques could deduce he was no ordinary man. He glances through the pages of the report several times. Jaques had always prided himself as the wealthiest bachelor in his city, but all his assets were barely up to half of what Axel had.

Oh, Monica almost forgot another reason was that a writer had a good reputation and among the art performers such as singer, actor, mangaka, etc, a writer's caste was the highest and it might not be related, but a lot of politicians in this country were writers before and he thought that it might be interesting to become a prime minister in the future. Jokes aside, Monica had really decided to become a writer, and whether the characters of the stories that he wrote would appear in this world, or not, he didn't think too much since he was going to use a pen name and he was also a major shareholder of one of the largest publishing houses in this country so he believed that it should be alright

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

Olivia pointed to a group of men wearing casual clothes as if they were regular men, they were playing cards and laughing at each other. "Yeah. What class are they in? They look so normal". I said, turning to Olivia with a raised brow. "Look normal? Yes, but their bank accounts are not normal. They are huge. Those are the 'Worldly Rich'. These are big ass club owners, casino owners, estate owners, hotel owners and big rich boarding school owners. You name them, any big ass industry they are the owners. Aiden belongs there and if he comes up he would go greet his friends."

I don't know if the words are true since the magazine also reported that me and my brother's wealth can feed a small country. I gave the magazine to Percy when he walks into my office and sits in front of me. The man reads the article then he laughs at it, "It's not even our money, sometimes I feel like I'm taking money from kids." I nodded at him since we both know that we were presented with good timing, knowledge of the industry, and the connection of a whole lot of rich people who didn't know what to do with their money. Oh, and our brilliant genius brains, obviously.