Billionaire Ceos Novels & Stories

In my defence, I wasn't religious about following up with world news, and one didn't just get stuck with billionaires in elevators. Ares Masters was the current CEO Of Masters Global, a multi billion world wide company. You couldn't take a breath without seeing a locomotive plastered with the Masters logo. Pictures of him showed him with different stunning women on dates, outings and events. Leggy women with flawless make up and ankle breaking heels. Super models, actresses, heiresses and the likes.

Thankfully, he was not a CEo, a president or a boss with just millions of assets under his hands, but a tycoon in China where currencies were rapidly advancing just by comparing other country money to their money, it can't even lit a candle for them. A millionaire? Definitely no. A billionaire? No. A tycoon who will never ever experience having little money or will not run out of money even if he chose to retire or their company gone bankrupt? Yes. Li Yenan arrogance was justified. But whether if he was the only man around Cameron who got such a big ass assets enough for everyone to envy and covet all the time, Li Yenan does not know if Noah also have such an assets like he have. That's why

"Do you find keeping abs so simple, Mrs. Woods?" After all, why is he annoyed after listening to me? I'm sure that after hearing me, it has hurt his male ego. "Of course, what's so special about having abs?" I remarked with a shoulder shrug. "Mrs. Woods, an architect who is worth a billion dollars, also needs to manage a business empire, whereas a model merely needs to worry about maintaining his physical appearance." He said this while turning his torso to face me. Oh god, why is he approaching me so closely?

The words lingered, sticky-sweet. Lisette eyed Jayden and Melissa with a strange intensity. "So, Melissa, what brings you back this time? Have you finally tired of the city?" Melissa dabbed at her lips with her napkin, playing coy. "Father's health has declined, I am afraid. I have taken over as acting CEO at Pembroke Holdings." "Such a capable woman. I always said so, did I not, Charles?" Vivian beamed at her husband, who grunted his assent.

Silas interrupted him, stepping away from me, looking so confused and angry at the same time. Mr. Don Rosso was ready to invest a sum of 300 billion dollars into anyone’s business with whom he partnered. And this is not just a more groundbreaking achievement for my already made company, but I’ll be topping every company around the world. I’m literally a billionaire. “This CEO whom you want to invest so much in isn’t even here in the meeting,” Silas gestured with his hand, anger visible on his face. “And yet, you want to award him—”

Darren raised an eyebrow, staring sharply at Nadine. "Of course, I approve, Mrs. Nadine," he said firmly. Nadine jumped, her eyes widening in surprise. "Approval from you, Kemal? How could I report this to the board just based on the permission of an ordinary employee? Darren smirked coldly. "Mrs. Nadine, it seems you've forgotten. I'm not just an ordinary employee. I am the CEO of this company," he said, his gaze filled with authority.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

"She can't be touched now." Belle's office was a cathedral made of glass and steel, high above the city's neon veins. She sat back in her chair and looked out the windows at the flaming skyline. There were men and women from Paris, Dubai, and Hong Kong sitting across from her. They were financiers with piercing eyes and accents that gave the room authority. One spoke, his French accent steady. "Madame Kensington, you won... decisively. We want to put money into something. "Not in your cases, but in your reach."

She hesitated before answering. “Elena Romano.” The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Miss Romano. I hear you’re in the market for a new ally.” She straightened. “Who’s asking?” A low chuckle. “Someone who can help you bury Killian Graves.” Elena’s pulse quickened. She already knew who it was. Marcus Langley. A billionaire with just as much power as Killian—except he preferred to stay in the shadows, pulling strings instead of making himself a target.