Billionaire Brothers Novels & Stories

Taking out his cellphone from his pockets Liam read the message. It was a text from Amanda, informing him that he had been invited to Mr Baldwin's party at the Baldwins manor? "Oh…Kay… the Baldwins?" Liam mumbled, confusedly. The Baldwin's were one of the wealthiest, influential and prominent families in the city, and their family was ranked as the second wealthiest family in the city with a networth of 407 billion dollars. But still Liam was surprised that they had invited him, the Danvers and Baldwin's families weren't close at all and they have never gotten along. Also they have never been invited to the Baldwin's parties before nor have the Baldwin's been invited to the Danvers parties b

They have the money and the clout to keep their sick lifestyle hidden while parading in public as upstanding citizens of their country, and they weren't the only ones. If half this shit was to be believed quite a few of the rich and famous of the free world were into some sick shit that involved kids. No wonder the senator was willing to get his hands dirty to keep it a secret. There were a lot of moneyed people on that list. My boys both local and abroad have been going at this thing hard, that's why the information was pouring in so seemingly effortlessly. To a man they all hated what we were uncovering and it made them work that much harder. It's only been a few days and already they want

“I know. I just don’t understand why they’re so fixated on me. I’m not anyone important.” “Babe, I’m really sorry to say this but it’s not just you.” Tiffany frowned. “I dug up more about your husband,” she made the quotation signals in the air with her fingers, “and he’s like the most eligible bachelor in Europe, especially France. Maybe that’s why we don’t really know him back when we were in Ireland or even here in London, but you get what I mean. He’s a billionaire who’s a son of a billionaire and apparently he’s listed in Thirty Under Thirty by Forbes or something. Anyway,” Tiffany shook her head as if trying to reach her point, “he’s famous so when a famous person marries someone, news

I asked, hoping it would be a lie. " Let me tell Thom. You know Drek's Global?" " Who doesn't know the billionaire. I was small when he died but his name still remain fresh". " Good. You know why it kept on been fresh in your heart,huh?" Granny,can you stop this, my mind trying to pour out but I dare not. " I-- don't know". " That is because he was as prudent as a baby, generous, having that broad heart in accomdating even a mad fellow ". She paused, relaxed in the dining a bit before continuing.

““““The Billionaire and heir to the Scott Empire was seen leaving a fertility clinic owned by the Scott group last week. He was accompanied by a fertility expert (name withheld) and our sources say that they might be related. Zander has been seen frequently on private visits at this clinic and it has led people to wonder if the billionaire heir has a baby on the way or is trying for one with his new girlfriend. That brings us to the question. If there is a baby on the way or he is trying for a baby, who is the lucky baby mama? As far as we know, Billionaire Zander Scott never remarried after the death of his wife.”””” Trying for a baby? Could it be true? And even if it was, how is it any of

She read them again anyway. Her sister's name was Adaeze. She had been twenty-two years old. She had wanted to be a nurse. She had a laugh that started in her belly and arrived at her face three full seconds later, loud and unashamed, the kind of laugh that made strangers in restaurants turn around and smile without knowing why. She had been sick for eight months before they ran out of options, and the options ran out because the money ran out, and the money ran out because of a cascade of events that started in a boardroom in Century City four years ago where Frederick Brown and Daniel Brown decided that their profit margin mattered more than the people their decisions would reach.

it did something to him he couldn’t quite fathom. He closed his eyes. He’d seen enough power games to know Gerald didn’t want Jillian fired, he wanted her humiliated, he wanted a reaction out of him. And he almost had. Dominic exhaled hard straightening his tie, adjusting his buttons and collars, he wouldn’t give Gerald that satisfaction. Not yet. By evening the rain had started again – a fine mist that blurred the city lights into a soft haze. The office had emptied out. Dominic decided to actually get some work done before heading out. He decided to look out some of the work his assistant was referring to, while waiting for the rain to die down but for how long could he distract himself w

Beside him stood his younger brother, Julian Hartwell—equally powerful, but far less composed today. For seventeen years, the Hartwell empire had ruled industries across continents. They had crushed competitors. Dominated markets. Expanded without mercy. But there was one thing they had never conquered. Loss. Alexander adjusted the microphone. His reflection in the lens of a nearby camera looked calm. He did not feel calm. “Seventeen years ago,” he began, “our three-year-old sister disappeared from our family estate.” The hall fell silent. Even the cameras seemed to pause. Julian’s jaw tightened beside him. Alexander could feel the tension radiating from his brother.

"I hope you wouldn't abandon me for them because they are just like me, stunningly handsome." I laugh out loud at him. "What do you mean? You can't be so funny." Though they are handsome and charming, their beauty hasn't gotten to Adrian's level. I have seen their pictures on the internet before, while I was with Adrian three years ago and recently, I got chosen to be his escort. Since these three brothers are all billionaire CEOs, who have their businesses, searching for Adrian's company would have their search option accompany as a suggestion. They are less handsome than Adrian but one of the most handsome men I've seen in the world.