Billionaire Novels Online Novels & Stories

For the readers that haven’t read the previous books in the series, here’s a list of the books and where it all began: TITLE: The Ruthless Billionaires Book One: A Contract with the Billionaire (exclusively available on Goodnovel and completed) Book Two: Pleasing the Billionaire (exclusively available on Goodnovel and completed) Book Three: The Billionaire’s Captive (exclusively available on Goodnovel and completed. Also the last book in this series.) If you enjoyed this story, please vote with gems and leave your comments and reviews on the book’s main page as they help me grow as an author and get me to a wider audience.

Someone reads off the charges with a legality that sounds like a script: “Mr. John McQueen, owner and CEO of Titan Weapons, you are under arrest on suspicion of embezzlement, fraud, misappropriation of funds amounting to approximately two billion dollars.” Two billion. The number becomes a chant. It will be the headline that folds into everything I was. Two billion. Two billion. I can feel it lodge in my chest like a stone. The world will spin its own story around that stone and forget the truth like it was a slip of cheap paper. That bastard. Daniel. He took Annabella. He took Peter. He wove a thousand smokescreens—companies with empty shells, shipments routed through shell ports, accounts

“You’re kidding.” “I was… distracted.” Imogen winced. “He’s ridiculously good-looking. And I was… not exactly in my right mind.” Selena pressed a hand to her forehead, half in exasperation, half in amusement. “Imogen Warren. Billionaire heiress. CEO. And still you let your hormones outwit your brain.” “I never said I was perfect.” Imogen chuckled weakly, scrolling through her untouched call log. “What if he doesn’t call?”

His pointed nose and full pink lips added to his perfection, making him almost breathtakingly handsome. A hard lump appeared in my throat as I tried to swallow the shock. My heart drummed harder, causing my breathing to come out in pants. Jaxson... my eyes were yet to believe it. He was a mere poor orphan who worked in a courtyard years ago, so how could he be a CEO? Not just any CEO, but of Pierce's Group, a company run by the grandson of Leonard Pierce. Did this mean Jax was his grandson? My mind was reeling with thoughts, and I felt like I had been splashed with a cold bucket of water. Goosebumps covered my skin, and everything seemed like a nightmare.

I can tell his jaws are clenched. “Why do you always insist on treating me like property?” Gina shoots back. “Tonight matters.” “Oh, I know exactly what tonight is,” she laughs bitterly. “Another PR stunt so the world keeps believing we’re some perfect billionaire fairytale.” “You’re drunk.” “And you’re a cheating asshole. Look at us both making observations.” Jesus fucking Christ. I grip the steering wheel harder. “Can you lower your voice for once?” Mark snaps. “No. Don’t act like the stuff doesn’t know what is happening with us. That’s why you had them sign the fucking NDAs, right? So Mark Washington can maintain the perfect billionaire husband to a surgeon persona,”

Recently, she was getting used to appreciating her marriage ring, adding to her extremely exotic appearance. Without hesitation, Anderson unwrapped the envelope and peeked in. Wow! It was a little erotic novel, his eyes immediately caught by a well-designed cover of a half–naked, slutty–looking girl. With that, he smiled, raised her fingers into his lips and kissed them gently. “You don't have to thank me before reading what's inside!” she leaned into his ear, and chuckled. Thenceforth, he nodded and opened it. Before moving to another page, a black, net–like pants slipped from the novel and landed on his thighs.

I shot back, "We'll see who ends up begging." I turned, my gaze landing on the VIP table. A man sat there in a tailored suit, lazily swirling a glass of red wine. Gabriel York was Lumeria's wealthiest man and the company's biggest investor. Lifting the hem of my dress, I walked toward him under everyone's watchful eyes. He looked up, studying me with clear interest. "Mr. York." I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion."

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

Because Ronan is already a Billionaire and this Billionaire Has Met His Match! THE END! Thank you everyone for loving the story. This ends. There will be no Part 2 for it. Ronan's story I tried to give you as much as I can, you can imagine it on your own. There are many other stories on my page. Please visit and see if anything interests you, werewolf, Mafia, Billionaire... I have written all the types and all are loved by people so If you liked this story, try them too... Thank you for loving. Please rate the story and comment.

But tonight, amidst the glitz and glamour, I sensed an undercurrent of tension, an invisible threat lurking in the shadows. Unbeknownst to us, a rival billionaire, Charles Blackwood, vying for Alexander's power and wealth, had hatched a sinister plan. He had hired a seductive spy, Isabella, to infiltrate our lives, to seduce me and extract valuable information that could be used as leverage against Alexander. We were pawns in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, and the stakes were higher than ever.