Billionaire Ceos Novels & Stories

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Ethan started gentle but went hard, balls slapping chin, until he came again straight down the throat, Noah gulping it all, extra bubbling from his nose. Full and happy, they showered hands soaping cocks soft now, fingers teasing asses playful and crashed into bed, bodies wrapped tight, rings shining. "The Empire's ours doubled," Ethan whispered. "Hale merger closes tomorrow." Noah kissed his neck. "And family? Perfect." Morning light hit the boardroom like gold, full of energy. Miranda sat at Ethan's right, Noah at his left, Alex waving on video from home with Elena. Donovan appeared chained on a prison feed and signed over Hale Conglomeraten the biggest empire in the world now Cole-Hale. S

Aria turned just as a news anchor appeared onscreen. BREAKING NEWS: Billionaire CEO Lucien Moretti Seen With Mystery Woman Amid Engagement Rumors— Photos filled the screen. Her leaving the SUV. Lucien beside her. Security surrounding them. Her stomach dropped. “Oh my God.” The reporter continued excitedly. “Sources close to the Moretti family claim the billionaire may secretly be involved with an unknown woman believed to have entered his estate late last night…”.Aria stared in horror. “This is insane.” Lucien remained calm beside her. “They’ll speculate until we confirm it.”

Mercury was the only daughter of AULA, the most influential fashion brand in the entire USA, and her family being in a relationship with mine—solely based on business and a sprinkle of fake concern for each other's wellbeing—has caused them to derive a conclusion that it was better their kids got married. Not me; it could never be. Asher and Mercury, two big conglomerates with plans to form a merger in the near future. I still couldn't wrap my head around the reason for this when we had enough. My family could donate millions to every hospital and nursing homes around the world and still remain billionaires. Sometimes, being rich was more of a curse. The thirst for more rarely got quenched.

“I know you would think this part isn’t necessary, but it is more than necessary.” How did he know I’d see it like that? “Being my contracted wife, you need to know things about me—for media purposes. You’ll be called in for interviews and events, and I don’t want us looking fake in front of the media.” Fair enough. I went straight into his bio. He attended Harvard University, United States. Graduated with first-class honors in Accounting and Economics. High school? Philips Academy Andover. Family of three. His parents died a few years ago, and he was made CEO of Armen Corps.

Abigail I sat in my apartment, scrolling through social media on my laptop, and smiled with satisfaction. The headlines were everywhere: "ALEX THOMPSON: BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY OR PREDATOR?" "FOUR WOMEN CLAIM THOMPSON CEO THREATENED THEM" "THOMPSON INDUSTRIES STOCK PLUMMETS AMID SCANDAL" It worked. My plan had actually worked. I picked up my phone and looked at the text messages from the three women I had hired:

Helicopters didn't belong here. Neither did billionaires. But as a tall figure emerged from the aircraft, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the coastal wind, Maya felt ice crystallize in her veins. She knew that silhouette. Everyone in America knew that silhouette. Damien Cross. Tech mogul. Venture capitalist. The man whose face graced the cover of Forbes with alarming regularity, whose companies had revolutionized everything from social media to artificial intelligence. The man who, according to last month's tabloids, had just closed a deal worth eight hundred million dollars before breakfast.

She stood there, dumbstruck. He had to be the CEO. No one else would have that authority. He was.. none other than.. Zaire Langston Hughes, the CEO and founder of Sarte group of companies. From what Ember had researched about him, she knew he belonged to a rich and well known family but he has built the company Sarte with his own hardwork and money. His family had no contribution to his success, he was a known one man army, one of the youngest billionaires and business tycoon. But she never saw his face before. There was too little about his appearance on the internet, he seemed like the type to love his privacy.

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.

For the first time, the city looked different. He wasn't watching his competitors anymore. He was watching for someone else. Someone patient. Someone rich enough to move markets without announcing themselves. Someone who knew his business intimately. Someone who knew what he needed before he admitted it. And somewhere behind layers of companies, trusts and carefully constructed paperwork, an unknown billionaire was buying his future one company at a time. The next morning, Adrian received the preliminary report. He opened it. His expression changed. The beneficial owner wasn't listed. The investor's identity had been deliberately concealed behind multiple legal structures.