Multimillonario Novels & Stories

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.

"Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God." "I am a god." "Oh yeah, which one?" "The one." He all but bellowed. "Yeah? So was Ahura Mazda but we haven't heard fuck all from him in centuries." "You dare?" Now he's frothing at the mouth, this is like a bad as fuck B movie. I'm expecting the crazy fuck doll to come out of the woodwork any minute now.

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

But the pattern was unmistakable. Another billionaire. Another engagement. Another scandal. Another man's reputation destroyed when Isabella had gotten what she wanted. "His name was Marcus Thorne," Liam said. "Tech billionaire. He met Isabella at a charity gala about eight years ago. They got engaged six months later. And then—" He paused. "Then the scandals started. Rumors about his business practices. Leaks to the press about his personal life. By the time it was over, his company was in ruins, and Isabella had walked away with a settlement that made her a very wealthy woman."

I sprinted towards Denver’s door which was at the far end of the hallway. Reaching the door, I wasted no time in yanking it open. “Poison… don’t eat, your food…. I sputtered trying to catch my breath with tears streaming down my face. “Calm down butterfly, I know”. He answered calmly. I didn’t have time to react to the pet name. I looked at him with disbelief and confusion. Taking my silence as confusion, he continued “ I have a lot of enemies Mia. I’m a blind billionaire, do you for once think I will go a day without being protected?”

"Could it be…" Trey's brow twitched, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. "…the Morrison family?" "The richest family in the city?" Stella hurried to Arthur's side, her eyes lighting up with incredulity. "Arthur… is it really them?" "Yes." Arthur's tone was calm, but beneath the surface, a trace of pride couldn't be hidden. "This time, the major investment in our company comes from the number one powerhouse in Goldmont's business world—Morrison Group."

The man she loved was ready to go to war, and there was no turning back. A silence stretched between them before she finally spoke. “Tell me everything.” Damien’s expression softened for just a moment before he walked over to the bar cart in the corner. He poured himself a drink, the ice clinking against the glass as he took a slow sip. When he turned back to her, his gaze was darker than before. “Adrian’s been laundering money through his company for years,” Damien said. “Illegal deals. Offshore accounts. Corruption at every level. And I have proof.”

“ Thanks,Sandra. I'll need this today” As they navigated through the city street, Carmilla reflects on the journey that had brought her here. Years of hard work and relentless ambition. The position of CEO was not just a title; it was the culmination of countless late nights, sacrifices, and unwavering determination. She didn't believe she had almost traded it for marriage.

All bets were off! ~ Reena stared at the sprawling mansion that laid before her with disbelief and awe, it stood out like a fucking beacon of luxury amidst the stunning but dense forest that surrounded it, its sleek modern architecture cutting through the wilderness with a sense of regality, and most of the building itself was clad in glossy glass, the windows tinted to hide the madness within.

If she did not show up at the apartment which was currently being developed, Betty would be hurt for something she had no concern with. Maisie collected Zach car keys and reached for her coat, she knew that she was dumb for not telling Zach and doing exactly what Jeffery told her to do but she did not have a choice she refuse to let her friend suffer for the fact that her only crime was to be the friend of a girl who was dating a millionaire who also happened to have a psychotic brother.