억만장자 Novels & Stories

The other's start to fire business names at each other, all of them getting rejected before Tyler looks speaks, "What about Kingston's Ltd?" I choke on my water as I hysterically hit my chest to calm down. My eyes scan their appearances before looking back at Tyler, "No way!". At this point I was rejecting his idea but they all seemed to have misunderstood this as enthusiasm. "Oh my God, it's perfect. Wasn't the owner declared the richest person in the world like last year?" Lena screeches near my ear.

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

"Yes. My grants only cover a third of my expenses, and getting a job is my next step. I don't mind getting a job, but most firms would require me to work full-time. I could work somewhere non-accounting, that's part time, but I wouldn’t make nearly enough money to live off of." Kent was nothing like she expected for a billionaire. Her mother might be aware of her new fiancé's wealth, but Bethany doubted it. She’d done her research, though, and knew that McKenzie and Bryant Accounting LLC was a cash cow. If Kent wasn't worth at least thirty billion dollars, Bethany would be surprised. Still, he was far too down to earth, far from what she expected a billionaire to act like. They were supposed

"How do you know me?" "Well, the internet. With your current situation, who wouldn't know Amanda? The suddenly divorced wife of Billionaire Marcus." "I know my situation, you don't have to rub it in," I hissed sharply. "I didn't mean it that way. I am sorry. Let me start by introducing myself. I am Lucas Dominic, the CEO and owner of D&G global tech limited." Shock momentarily robbed me of my ability to speak. I had never seen him before, but his name was not one to miss. Lucas Dominic, the richest man in the U.S., known for his business acumen and strength.

"I know that he's going to be some rich dude but I bet everything is going to f—" "Uh… Kenna." Nikki planted her phone on the counter. "What?" I picked it up for her. "Read that." She pointed to her phone. I held the phone to my eye level. "He's the one! His picture is even here! Let me look at what it says," I bounced on my stool. "Um… Sean Foxx, CEO of Foxx Enterprises. Most eligible bachelor in America. Worth twenty billion dollars…" I dropped the phone on the counter as I read that, my jaw dropping hard.

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.

Whoever, whatever and wherever she was, her days were already numbered. My phone vibrated on the table. I grabbed it, looking at the screen. It was my cousin, Savage. “Hey,” I greeted, smiling. “Almost done?” He asked. “Not even close. That bitch has more money than we expected. Now imagine what would happen if we got a connection to that Grandma's total White family revenue account.” I said, raising both my eyebrows in amusement. “That would be crazy. We're getting close. How much is it?” “Forty six billion.”

She hesitated before answering. “Elena Romano.” The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Miss Romano. I hear you’re in the market for a new ally.” She straightened. “Who’s asking?” A low chuckle. “Someone who can help you bury Killian Graves.” Elena’s pulse quickened. She already knew who it was. Marcus Langley. A billionaire with just as much power as Killian—except he preferred to stay in the shadows, pulling strings instead of making himself a target.

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."

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.