Billionaire Playboy Novels & Stories

“Do you know who I am?” His eyes widened. He knew. Everyone knew. Dominic Blackwell, billionaire, king, merciless. Pathetic. My fist curled before I even thought about it. A lifetime of restraint, undone in one heartbeat. I stopped just short of striking him, the tendons in my hand trembling with the force it took to hold back. My men didn’t move. They knew better. They knew I didn’t tolerate interference. The boy sagged in relief, tears leaking down his filthy face. “Get him out of my sight,” I ordered finally, my voice low, savage.

‘I'm sure you didn't hear a word I said. ‘Sure I did. You were talking about nick.’ Nick was the literal definition of the sort to never fall for. He was always surrounded by girls, designer items, expensive cars, drinks and the paparazzi. Billionaire Play Boy. he came to New York occasionally for business and would ask to see me at either a restaurant or hotel. The few times I would yield always ended up with him trying to convince me to go out with him, and I always said no. But he was quite fun to talk to and had lots of stories. I missed the times when he was just Emily’s fun cousin that came to visit once in a while. I used to like him a lot but knew if things were to go anywhere with h

"Scarlett, I heard about your sister's situation, and I wanted to help. I've decided to fund her treatment, and I'll take care of all the expenses." Scarlett couldn't believe it. She was so overwhelmed with gratitude that tears started to well up in her eyes. "Thank you so much, Damian. You have no idea how much this means to me and my family. I don't know how to thank you enough," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. But even as Damian made this generous offer, Scarlett couldn't shake the feeling that there was something cold and ruthless about him. She couldn't help but wonder what he expected in return for his kindness. Damian was known for being a shrewd businessman who never did an

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

Among the actors, singers, and models he could think of, there was none like that man. "Could it be that he was a rich businessman?" Andrea muttered, then typed in the search bar "Top 100 richest people in the world." According to his speculation, the man capable of pursuing a perfect woman like Aurora was only in two cases. One is a celebrity, the other is a very rich person. In the first case, he didn't find it, then there was a high chance that the handsome man must be a rich and powerful man. Sure enough, Andrea had seen Aurora's man photo.

I sneered at him. He chuckled and replied, "Whoa, easy there babe. I think you should have a look at her" he said, and I narrowed my eyes at him. "I mean... you got to stay away from her... soo...." he googled her name. Who is she? Is she that famous? "She's the daughter of one of the richest men in Russia" he said.

Of companies, toys, and, apparently, women. James was an only child, and after inheriting his mother’s millions and displaying an uncanny flair for business during the following years, he became a billionaire and an absolute symbol of power. Not political power, but the good, old-fashioned power that came with having money. James wasn’t linked to the shady dealings of the Seattle political machine, but he could press that machine’s buttons if he wanted to. Every politician knew this—which was why being on the playboy’s good side was in their best interest.

Jill said. “What?” Adrienne asked. “Playboys have class now?” “Look at his profile!” Yuan looked like he’s starting to drool. “He’s only twenty-seven. He’s the heir of Adams Industries. He’s got Harvard degrees. He graduated with distinction. Although, he has a rebellious personality, he’s got no drugs and no gambling in his profile. He refused to work for his father. Instead he made millions of his own on the stock market. His hobby—Photography. Never had any girl attached to his name. He’s straight. He just didn’t have any steady relationship. He’s clean. He’s highly sought-after. He doesn’t pursue. He’s a mystery. And would you look at that gorgeous thing? He is absolutely divine!”

I know it won't be easy, always being a daddy's girl, getting everything I want in a platter of gold. Getting off my queen size bed I went to freshen up, and wash my hair with my all natural shampoo and conditioner I got from the store last week Tuesday after my interview. So excited I was selected, the company is worth multi-billion dollars. And I heard the owner has other businesses, and also comes from money. While surging the net I found out he is young something like 26, and very handsome too but, he is a Playboy. I searched the net more for his name and picture but found nothing. Only his accomplishment was online along with his many female conquests.

I nodded, and we left the club together, stepping out into the cool New York night. The city glittered around us, beautiful and brutal and utterly indifferent to girls like me. Somewhere in those towers of glass and steel, Declan Westcott was planning something. Something that involved me in ways I could not begin to understand. I pulled out my phone and stared at the hospital's missed calls. Then I opened a new search and typed his name. The results were immediate and overwhelming. Billionaire. CEO. Philanthropist. Playboy. Page after page of images showing him at galas, business meetings, charity events. Always alone. Always in control.