Billionaire Bros Novels & Stories

I can't help but stare at the boys while they jubilate. These are the billionaires of Alessio. These two are pals and the sons of a billionaire. They are pals and sons of a billionaire. They are not only wealthy, but also handsome. They dubbed themselves "Alessio billionaires." According to what I've heard, they were originally three. I've heard that the third is now out of the country. The third guy's name is Ethan. One of the reasons I enjoy coming here is that I always have something to feast my eyes on. I do not even have a television at home.

Lesnar Brooks, a young billionaire businessman, sat in the back seat of his Mercedes-Benz, scrolling through a ton of comments on the internet about his business. After a while, he heaved a sigh and flung his tablet to his side. There was no good comment there. Everything was negative.

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

“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.”

​The memory of the man in the boutique lingered in the air like a scent I couldn’t quite wash off. Not woodsmoke anymore, but something sharper—ozone before a lightning strike. ​Matthias König. ​I sat in my penthouse, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of a city that looked like a circuit board glowing in the dark. I had done my homework. The Königs weren't old Chicago money like the Smiths; they were European steel and Silicon Valley precision. Matthias, the youngest scion, had been sent to the States to expand their reach. At twenty-four, he was two years my junior, but he possessed a terrifying, precocious intellect that had already swallowed three of our mid-sized com

Ashley Filling the room with an electric atmosphere, the DDW hotel in Los Angeles buzzed with the presence of wealthy individuals. Damien Albrecht's grand party for the opening of their new company was the talk of the town. Damien Albrecht, the supposed heir to the Albrecht group and the world's youngest billionaire, was known for his involvement in various businesses, including rumors of drug dealings and leading a small mafia group. His name alone struck fear into the hearts of those who dared to cross his path. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spine. A human with no heart, a heartless, ferocious demon, and a nightmare to whoever obstructs his way at least that was how th

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

The controlled posture. The permanent distance he placed between himself and everyone around him. He looked exactly like the man the city feared. The Eraser. A billionaire capable of making problems disappear. Yet the longer I spent around him, the harder it became to connect that reputation to reality. Not because he seemed kind. He didn't. Not exactly. But something felt incomplete about the image people had built around him. Like I was seeing only part of the story. Eventually I spoke. "Who is Marcellus Vane?"

It was not just his imagination, he had really said those words. He had never witnessed this kind of audacity even back in his billionaire circle in Miami. Heck, not even in the Mafia. “Dante group is one of the biggest in the country. We recently crossed one billion dollars. You would get a nice slice of that,” Cassio said. “You look like an exposed man. So you understand the significance of this.” He would have laughed if he was not so furious. One billion dollars? Primrose stood up. “See you in the car, Simon.” She said, and strolled out.

My face graced the covers while the titles changed. Billionaire's wife buys her way into Hollywood. Another read. Former escort and now billionaire's wife, bribing crew for her role to cross into Hollywood big. That wasn't even true. I had worked hard for it and never offered a bribe. Then I clicked on one of the pages and read through. My blood boiled as I read the lies and then my eyes caught the comments and I wished I didn't read them. “I'm not surprised. She didn't drug the billionaire and slept with him months ago.”