Zeus Billionaire Real Name Novels & Stories

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

And the second the door shut, I locked it again and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. What the hell was I going to do? I opened my laptop and typed in the only thing I remembered. Zane. Jogger. Tall. Dark hair. Grey eyes. That wasn't much to go on, but I was a Roothmoore. We didn't quit. After some serious digging and maybe a little hacking help from an old friend who owed me a favor. I found him. Zane Stonehart. CEO and founder of Stonehart Dynamics, one of the fastest-growing tech security firms in the country. Worth billions. Philanthropist and private. The man had more walls than a prison. And apparently, enough money to buy twenty countries.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

“Transfer executive authority to me permanently. Or transfer primary control to you.” She felt something cold slide down her spine. “Primary control of what?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “The investors’ network.” The words felt abstract. Distant. Until they didn’t. “That’s not a company,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “It’s a financial backbone. Offshore holdings. Political leverage. Strategic debt placements. Media influence. Crisis creation. Crisis resolution.” Her stomach tightened. “This is bigger than Hale.” “Yes.” “Bigger than Cross.”

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

he asked, showing Jessica the photo. Jessica immediately fell silent and cried. In fact, he immediately responded to the photo that was in Mr. Joyce's hand. “He is my father, his name is Wilson Abraham. He owns the Wilson manufacturing company but, now, the company has changed hands and was taken by irresponsible people. In fact, they have now changed the name of my father's company to ANSI Company.” Jessica immediately explained to Mr. Joyce as if she did not have a mental disorder. Meanwhile, Mr. Joyce immediately fell silent and cried because he was reminded of his past, who was always helped by Mr. Wilson.

Yeah, this is totally #theworld’sworstplanever. “Absolutely not.” I stand up so fast that even I’m shocked. I don’t know where my sudden blasé attitude is coming from or the shrug of my shoulders that says I don’t really give a crap. “Well, I guess you’re screwed then.” “If I’m screwed, then so is this whole place.” “That’s not true. You’ll be able to rule your kingdom from anywhere with an internet connection. Ireland, or wherever it is.” Leon is up and out of his chair, breathing like he just completed a triathlon with some extra intense running and swimming and crap. He jerks open the top buttons of his shirt, revealing his scar, and his eyes are absolutely wild. My heart skitters in my c

"Kirk Morrison, the CEO of SY Group." As soon as Adrian mentioned "SY Group", astonishment was written all over Quentin's face. "W-What did you say?" The CEO of SY Group! Quentin hadn't anticipated that the person would turn out to be the world's wealthiest man.

He was already depressed. When he saw this manager coming to invite him to drink, he became even angrier and immediately scolded him. "What the hell are you counting on? Why do I drink your wine? Where's sister? Let her come!" This Zeus Palace is the son of the Snow Citadel underground power boss Allen family. He often comes to Zeus Palace to entertain his second-generation son, and everyone knows that this Zeus Palace is taken care of by Allen family's little mistress Jena. Mark Susan was forced on the spot by Cadell Marcus, and at first he was in a very depressed mood.