David_Adetola

Alexander Blackwell has always been a man of taste, charm, and relentless ambition—traits he inherited alongside the world’s largest fortune. When his legendary father, a trillionaire who built an empire from nothing, passes away, Alexander wakes up to a reality most could only dream of: unlimited power, endless wealth, and a blank canvas to shape his legacy.

But Alexander isn’t content with simply inheriting the Blackwell name; he’s determined to redefine it. From purchasing private islands to creating monuments of vanity, hosting the most exclusive events, and launching ventures that blur the line between brilliance and indulgence, he sets out to make himself unforgettable.

To Alexander, ambition and excess go hand in hand. After all, what’s the point of having everything if you’re not building something bigger? What’s the point of having it all if you aren’t living like it?


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I Inherited Trillions, Now What?

Barbara sat in the chopper, the roar of the blades drowning out everything else. She had no idea where she was being taken. All she had been told was a single, cryptic instruction from her new boss: "Change the modification of the cars."

And now here she was—on her way to God knows where.

Across from her sat a woman who introduced herself as Miss Hawthorne. The name sounded elegant, calculated, but Barbara wasn't in the mood to care.

She was still simmering with anger. The contract she had signed didn't sit right with her. Every clause, every word felt like a trap, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she had been played. If this was what she had agreed to, she thought, stealing a glance at the woman across from her—Miss Hawthorne, with that same impassive face as their boss—then what kind of contract would she have been made to sign, considering how much closer she was to him?

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