Billionaire Book Recommendations Novels & Stories

The media was still buzzing with my name, and I wasn’t in the mood to give them more fodder. Ultra sat at a corner table, his laptop open, blue light illuminating his sharp, almost hawkish features. Surrounding him was an array of gadgets and wires that made his table look like a tech shrine. He didn’t even glance up when I approached. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” he greeted, fingers flying across the keyboard. His voice carried that usual detached tone, as if I wasn’t his billionaire employer but just another piece of code he had to decipher. I pulled out the chair across from him and sat, shaking my head. “You could try starting with a hello.”

Yes, I was going to start this new chapter with him. “Yes, Tristian Ravenford. Yes!” The crowd went wild, and Liam was shouting at the top of his voice. Tristian Ravenford stood, arms outstretched. I ran into them, knowing that I was home, and in his arms was where I always wanted to be. His arms were my home, and he was my billionaire. I was addicted to this billionaire, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it.

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This wasn't the end of it, she had given her all to Jack and this was how he was going to repay her, she didn't even see what was so special in that assistant. *** At Vivian Oscar's house Peter scrolled through his phone painfully, Regina had moved on to a better person. If he had known, he wouldn't have left her in the hospital years ago to die and now she's healthy and with the youngest billionaire in New York. "Ughhh!!" Vivian groaned as she walked into the living room, interrupting Peter's thought. " Can you believe this?" Vivian said "Believe what?" "Haven't you seen the blogs? Everyone's talking about Jack and that girl he brought to the event."

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.

Harper asked, and I tilted my head to look at her. "What…?" "You muttered something. Are you overthinking it already?" She pulled the thought off my mind. "It's just help, Eva. And I looked him up again, after he came, and damn!" Harper knelt on the bed and reached for my hand, grabbing it. "He's fucking wealthy! So fucking wealthy that I just wish he'd decide to marry you, and I can be the cool aunt to a billionaire baby."

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

Despite the sweet taste of romance and hints of lusts in the air as expensively dressed men and women glided through the floor and the perfectly placed lights touching their skin with erotic hands, Reena could still see with her trained eyes the cloud of budding danger in the air, and she could hear with her trained ears, the whispers of deadly secrets. In that moment Reena could so clearly see the difference between the rich and the poor, the poor would have savored moments like this, and the hall would be washed with true and genuine laughter that wrapped around everyone like wisps of silks and silver memories, but though the rich did laugh, it was as heady and dangerous as sweet wine as t

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never really done anything I loved, I was born to be prim and proper as the lady of the Carter household, my mom, a retired pageant queen and model, and my Dad, CEO to one of the biggest conglomerate in the world, well at least biggest after the Russo’s Empire, my dad’s biggest rival and ex best friend. You can say my father is an obsessed workaholic which worsened after the Russo’s Empire was named the number 1 money making company by millions of blogs and tabloid especially since what happened between my father and Mr. Smith Russo. Anyways they passed on their beef to their children at least the Heirs and we have been doing a really great job hating each