Zeus Billionaire Age Novels & Stories

He added with excitement. After talking for a while, they all agreed to meet at the hotel where the party was being held. Luke was already eighteen years old but he is way more mature than all his friends. Whenever they go out, he is always the one taking care of them. He had never been drunk and he had never even held hands with a girl. Being the only son of a wealthy family opened him up to responsibilities early. He had been taking training since he could talk and think. His family owns a branch all over the world and there is no business that they are not involved in. His grandfather started the company as a cement production company when he was eighteen years old but, as time goes on, t

Ethan Cole stood out on the balcony of their huge island villa, the spot they'd run to for their honeymoon after Richard's bloody end. Waves crashed below in a steady rhythm, kind of like the pounding of his heart from last night's wild session. The merger had turned Cole Hale into a massive trillion-dollar company, with stocks flying high and the board fully on board. Down below, Alex splashed around in their private pool with Elena, her baby bump shining under the sun. Noah came out from inside, his swimsuit hanging low on his hips, the outline of his cock tempting through the fabric, and a towel thrown over his shoulder. "The kid's asking for you. Says he wants to build sandcastles with h

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

I'm terrified of getting anything on the sofa. "To your question, no. No, I'm not the son of a billionaire," he says. The corner of his lips quirks upwards. "I'm the billionaire himself." My eyes go wide. No way. How is that possible? He looks very young. At most, twenty-three.

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

I threaten. "Really?" She smirks. "I love your audacity. Get me arrested and find your image getting tarnished the next morning." "How will you feel when I tell the media you raped my daughter when she was not in her right senses?" I am quiet. "Zayden, you are not only a famous businessman but also the first in the ranking of the youngest billionaires in New York. You know just a little mistake can bring you down and I won't take it lightly with you if you mess with me." She says with venom.

Elaina pushed Ava off her, sitting crossed legs on the floor. Ava mirrors her movement as they sit facing each other. "His name is Conan Pierre Leroy, he's a sex god but he's also very sweet whenever we interact, I never know what to expect but I always enjoy it" She recounted her encounters with the billionaire while her friend made googly eyes at her. Elaina claimed his name was familiar and proceeded to do a full-on FBI investigation on him, she'd not gotten over his net worth and had been cleaning her eyes out for five whole minutes.

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

Jason’s photograph filled the screen, his sharp jaw, his impossibly blue eyes and the faint smirk that once caused her to melt, was now broadcast all across New York like he was some kind of crowned king. The co-anchor shook his head. “Multibillion? Please. Everyone knows the Hales keep far more off the books. Everyone knows these people probably have offshore accounts, or art vaults, perhaps even properties under shell corporations. We’re talking trillions in assets, and most of that money is untraceable.”

It would take a lot of money to live there and have all those things. A few pictures above the fireplace - yes, a fireplace - caught her attention. As she analyzed it, a page from a newspaper, where the man's face was printed on the headline, made her curious. He looked much younger than now, but she couldn't be mistaken. Unless he had a twin brother, that was him for sure. Gwen came closer to read what the news was about, and her jaw dropped as soon as she saw who he was. "Businessman Finn Lane is named the youngest billionaire in the world by Forbes this month with just 22 years old."