Billionaire Books Novels & Stories

"Even though we know that your marriage to Jaxon was private, be careful. Because you're now the billionaire's secret." So this my first warning as the billionaire secret? This is my first warning as a billionaire wife?

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

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."

he interrupted her rants, which had been going on for the last two minutes, his deep baritone voice sounding even deeper than before. "I don't have time for any drama right now," he said with nonchalance. "What's even the cost of the clothes that you're making such a fuss about? Huh?" He questioned her, and Aella placed her hands on her hips, as if preparing herself to throw some punches. "It might not be worth millions of dollars, but I value what I have," she retorted. "Okay, Mr. Billionaire?" Deciding not to engage in further argument, Damien chose to proceed with the original intention he had in mind when he got out of his car.

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Also, if you'd like to know Sylvia's secret, it'll be in the next book, titled PLEASING THE BILLIONAIRE, set to release on NOVEMBER 26, 2022. Insight into the series: TITTLE: The Ruthless Billionaires Book One: A Contract with the Billionaire (exclusively available on Goodnovel and completed) Book Two: Pleasing the Billionaire (upcoming) Book Three: (still a work in progress) Also, don’t forget to vote with gems and leave your comments and reviews on the book’s page. They help me grow as an author.

“And how does a billionaire act?” “Exactly!” My hands swept off a strand of hair from my face as I grew comfortable with the atmosphere. “A billionaire should not act in a particular way. All billionaires ought to act like the normal people they are. They are ordinary people with a little more money than others. But some have all their wealth causing sparks in their head and it makes them feel like they are really superior or something. They never fail to flaunt their wealth, and most times, carelessly. It is very crazy.” Dominic let out a hearty short laugh after my unexpected outburst. “I guess it is good that I don’t flaunt my wealth, uh?”

'Maybe I should have proved my masculinity' I thought continually. I pushed open the door after impatiently unlocking it, I settled on the bed, heaving a sigh of relief. I knew Linda was a hard nut to crack and I was ready to give it all it takes to get what belongs to me. Just then, the news caught my attention. I tilted my head forward, my attention keen on the television screen as I listened attentively. "...and in local news. Multi Billionaire, Reny George is interested in investing and partnering with private business owners, which promises international recognition and introduces foreign investors… "

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

Headline: “Disgraced Billionaire Rand Calloway Resurfaces in London — Spotted Living with Unknown Woman.” Rand froze. For a moment, he didn’t even breathe. My heart sank. “Someone took a picture of us.” He reached for his phone — dozens of missed calls, a flood of messages. Daniel. The company. Journalists. Even numbers he didn’t recognise. His jaw tightened. “Of course,” he muttered. “Of course they’d find me the moment I start feeling normal.” “Rand—” He stood up, running a hand through his hair. “I should’ve known better. I thought I could just walk around like everyone else. I forgot that to them, I’m still a headline.”