Billionaire Bros Novels & Stories

“I know why you married me.” Ava frowned. “What are you talking about?” Ethan let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Let’s not pretend, Ava.” Her stomach twisted. “You married me for my money,” he said bluntly. The words hit harder than anything else. “You saw a billionaire, and you took your chance.” Ava stared at him, stunned. “What…?” “I was just a means to an end,” he continued. “A way out. A way up.” “That’s not true—”

“And?” “And that makes you leverage.” She frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means hurting you becomes a way to hurt me.” Aria blinked in disbelief. “Why would anyone care about hurting you?” A humorless smile touched his lips briefly. “You really don’t know who I am.” “No.” For the first time, Lucien seemed genuinely surprised by something. Then he walked toward a nearby table and tossed a magazine onto it. Aria looked down. Her breath caught. The cover showed Lucien standing beside politicians and businessmen beneath flashing cameras. LUCIEN MORETTI: THE BILLIONAIRE KING OF NEW YORK. Her eyes widened slowly.

Not that it will do me any good. Elliott, the smug bastard who manages a hedge fund so cutthroat I once saw their interns cry during orientation, raises his glass without standing. Brandon, the younger cousin, full of charm, is into venture capital, mostly West Coast startups, but he flies to Monaco when he needs to ‘recharge’ usually with someone’s girlfriend on an expensive yacht. They’ve both got that Hale polish: impeccable tailoring, faces that only tan expensively, and egos fed on generational wealth and cutthroat boardroom bloodsport.

Mia flopped next to me and Ethan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. “So Rafael Moretti,” Mia started, poking my side. I groaned. I thought I had escaped this for now. “I googled him,” Ethan added. “Dude’s net worth has like ten zeros.” “Why does everyone talk about money anytime his name comes up?” “Fine. We won’t talk about money. You show up on articles, holding the hand of a billionaire and you think we’ll let it slide?” “I was going to tell you guys in person. Like normal people.”

not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single “Hey earth to Isabella, what are you thinking about, she asked snapping her fingers in my face. “Oh, yeah, I have heard of them, so what? I don’t see what the big deal “Um, excuse me, I heard a voice say from behind me. Turning around to see the rich billionaire walking towards us “Can I talk to you for a few minutes, maybe grab something to eat. I was lost for words, what does a billionaire want to possibly talk to me about.

“Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to walk in here and make demands? The Brooks family is one of the four wealthiest in the country. You’re nobody!” Hue joined in, sneering at Ethan. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think you can threaten us? My family, the Conners, is the second richest family in the country, only behind the Leos. The only people who can make a threat like that are the Leos. What, do you think you’re Ethan Leo or something?” At this, Charles’s face went pale, his voice shaky as he stepped back. “He is Ethan Leo,” Charles said quietly.

"Then we'll buy you another one." The chef laughed and moved to busy herself with something on the stove as Bethany finished her breakfast, enjoying it to the last bit that she licked from her fingers. It was weird to be in the midst of wealth after such a long life of wanting for everything. One thing was for sure—Bethany would never end up with someone who was rich. They wouldn't have anything in common. While a wealthy guy might be great for entertainment and sex, chances of him understanding her were slim. She couldn't shake the image of Damon from her thoughts, angst pressing against her at the idea that her new stepbrother was becoming her go-to fantasy.

“We will figure it out. I will get another job. I will take out a loan. I will… I will hook up with Alexander Bennett if I have to, I hear he is richer than all the Kensingtons combined!” The absurdity of the comment made a real laugh bubble up from Flora’s chest. For a moment, the crushing weight on her heart lifted, and she was just a girl talking to her sister. “Do not be ridiculous. Alexander Bennett? The Casanova billionaire? He is forty-six, Sash." "So? He is hot for an old guy. And rich. Very, very rich." Sasha joined in the laughter, though there was an edge to it. "I am serious, Flo. You deserve better than this."

he replied as he hurriedly signed the paper. The nurse collected the paper and his name caught her attention. “Oh my god sir,are you Mr Brian Losey,” she asked in excitement. “Can I see her now?”Brian replied, ignoring what the nurse just said. “Yes sir”she said as she hurriedly took him to Emily's room,she knew there was only one Brian Losey in the country,one of the most influential billionaires in the country. Emily laid on the hospital bed,with a drip on her hand. She was shocked when she saw Brian walk into the room. She remembered asking the doctor to call Brian,but she didn't think he was going to come.

whispered someone in the troupe. As the dancers chatted quietly about Damien, I learned he had a background quite different from mine. He had graduated from Stanford, his father was a math professor at the university, and his mother taught humanities. Known for his exceptional skills in numbers since childhood, Damien swiftly rose to become a renowned senior trader in the finance world. People now hailed him as the undefeated Wall Street legend. Damien was indeed a remarkable billionaire, veiled in mystery.