Billionaire Playboy Novels & Stories

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

But the moment my eyes landed on the cover, my stomach sank. There I was, staring back at myself from the glossy page. The headline was bold, impossible to miss: “Playboy Heartbreaker: Billionaire Treats Women Like Trash.” I began to read. The article beneath the headline only made it worse: “Owen Brown: Billionaire Playboy or Heartless Player? It is no secret that Owen Brown, one of Los Angeles’s wealthiest restaurateurs, has never been the settling down type. Known for his charming smile and effortless good looks, Brown is the kind of man who draws women in with ease , only to leave them shattered in his wake.

Perhaps not ever. I had a reputation as a playboy. Partying, womanizing, and spending huge sums of money. But that was expected. I was a billionaire after all, and a very handsome one. 6 ft., dark hair, dark eyes, and a muscled body got and maintained by hours in the gym. Rich and handsome, of course I was supposed to be a playboy. And it was a reputation I’d enjoyed. Girls fought each other for me, people in town did everything to get invited to the many parties I was fond of throwing. I was proudly a playboy and with no intention of slowing down.

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..

It's impossible to miss his hotness factor. There's no doubt about it, Vincent Valiant is one of the hottest rich men in America. He may be a Warren Buffett in investing and Bill Gates in technology, but he is a Robert Downey Jr. in looks. Some girls have all the luck. As with most beautiful people, word on the street is he's a major dick. Ruthless in business, little is known about his personal life because it's said he doesn't have one. But can you blame the man? It takes a lot of work to build a corporation as large as his in only ten years. You don't become a billionaire at age thirty-two by playing nice and cutting checks.

The man who had hardened his heart, made him so cold and striving for success and the man whom he had gotten his motivation from. He still couldn't believe how far he had come. He was now one of New York's most eligible bachelor, billionaire playboy and one of the top richest men in the world. The CEO of DD Incorporation, enterprise, real estate mogul and oil tycoon, Damien had quite the reputation for himself. Amidst the scandals, the hustle bustle of business, and the fact that he commanded so much respect in the business world, Damien could never forget his haunting past, and what he had gone through in the hands of that old man.

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

It has been always like this. I stood up and turned around just to see my dad in an ash-coloured tuxedo, looking as handsome as ever, "Come." He extended his arm to me and all I could do was to force a smile as I held his arm and walked to the church with him. Since I was a kid, everyone said I have a perfect family. My grandparents own one of the most prominent conglomerates, The Allens Group and my father is the elder son of them. He is a famous doctor and my mother is a top model. A bunch of successful people,

Anyone who saw Adriel would agree that he was extremely good looking. His hair was neatly cut but also slightly ruffled. He had scythe shaped eyebrows. His aquiline nose and prominent cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His opal round shaped eyes held a pair of scintillating loam gray eyes. These were enough to make any woman attracted to him and Adriel Alvarez knew this. He used it to his advantage as well. Adriel Alvarez wasn't just popular for being the successful Ceo and future sole owner of A Globals, he also had a reputation for being a playboy. He changed girlfriends as often as he changed his cars. And he only dated the best and most elite, supermodels, A list actresses and the likes.

joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,