A Billionaire's Secret Five Novels & Stories

She handed me the CD with all the images and I put it in my laptop. The images showed Roger signing papers that were supposed to be signed by me, plus, in his office there was a hidden box full of dollars and I never suspected him one day. “There's proof, you just have to want to believe it. I'm going back to my office, there are some tycoons demanding an urgent meeting with you.”

" Shaking her head, Tana snatches it from her hand. “No, that's the hot billionaire dick I'm going to marry if you decide to leave me for some country starlet. I catch a glimpse of the cover. It's a copy of Forbes, and there's a stupidly handsome, handsome brunette on the cover. The headline reads: CREIGHTON KARAS SMASHES COMPETITION “What are you talking about, woman? You would bury me back if I looked at another woman,” Mick growls. Tana's lyrical laugh echoes off the walls.

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.

In an executive suite in the Glorious Hotel International, a man in his fifties and a girl in her twenties was talking, it was Peter and Claire Voltaire, the current first family in Kingston who took over the Hegar's place. "Claire, this young master is said to be the heir of a hidden wealthy family, in fact this hotel is only one of their property!" Peter said. Claire was shocked in her mind but felt sad in her heart. "Dad, I'm not the one to marry for wealth, you know that." In a calm voice said by her.

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

to the secretary as she turned and left. “Are you ready?” she asked once more and placed the recorder on the table with a long white sheet of paper and note pad on her laps. I was ready, as long as she would let us talk. She was trying quite hard to act distant, her way of pushing me farther off from her. “Sure, Grace.” I smiled, but she didn’t smile back. She simply turned on the recorder and concentrated on the white sheet of paper on her over-covered laps. “So, Mr. Shelby,” she started in a business-like voice, sitting upright and staring straight at me with a distant expression on her face. “As a one of the youngest billionaires in England, what would you say is the secret to making it t

Good, so good. Donna thought she needed a break, a vacation on an island. Blake didn't take vacations. She needed to work, just push past the block and write. She didn't need the money, she was rich, filthy rich, really. Her gran's inheritance was enough to have her retire on a private island, and her five books had done extremely well. Blake loved writing, getting words on a page, taking her readers on a journey through exotic lands and monster-filled forests. That was what she loved to do. This block was an irritation she didn't need now. And Donna's idea of a vacation was bad, it would just take her away from her work and doing what she loved. Blake cocked her head as she heard her phone

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

"Let them think they've won. Dr. Chen's little rescue operation is useful to us. Every woman she saves leads us to more targets. Every safe house she establishes gives us new hunting grounds." Derek's eyebrows rose slightly. "I don't understand." "You don't need to understand. You just need to follow orders." I walked past him into my study, where the real prizes waited. The safe behind my desk contained more than money or jewelry. Inside were hard drives containing thirty years of the Blackwater Files, Richard Blackstone's insurance policy against the powerful men he'd done business with. Senators, judges, foreign dignitaries, Fortune 500 CEOs. All of them were compromised. All of them are

Hazel retaliated without batting an eye Anabelle's expression was disbelieving, she could not believe what she was hearing. An idea suddenly flew into her head, years ago, he had given her a blank cheque, to fill in any amount she wanted after he had sex with her, she didn't use it then but it could be useful now. She rushed to where she had kept it together with other things, she brought it out and scribbled ten million dollars on it and took it to him "Here is the ten million dollars," she said as she gave it to him