Billionaire Playboy Novels & Stories

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

However, if Kyunghee doesn't do it all, Jack asks all his men not to kill Kyunghee and give him one more chance to carry out the mission he had planned. Jack then leaned back casually in the back seat while casually lighting his expensive cigar. This is the moment he has been waiting for a long time, where his biological son can lead him to a decent and luxurious life. Life with real wealth and not with artificial wealth as he has been living. Not in vain he searched for two years to find his missing son. At first he looked for Kyunghee because he heard the news that his former woman died very tragically because someone killed her. Then he remembered the incident many years ago, when his for

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

“Fuck it. I’ve seen enough. I’ll have to call Mark downtown and see if he’ll let me poach one of his sous-chefs.” “James,” he says. “You want to see this girl.” As I said before; Al is the one person I truly trust, so if he says I should see her, then I should see her. “Okay,” I tell him. “Send her in.” A lot of guys with my kind of money would have invited all of those girls back to his bedroom for the night and run through them like a hungry bear gorging himself on honey. But truth be told, I’m over that playboy lifestyle. I became a millionaire at eighteen, after selling an app that helped people find cars in their price range, and by thirty I was a billionaire after developing longer-las

Little did Amy know how soon she would find out. Amy lay awake that night replaying Viktor's cryptic words. Seeking answers, she Googled him, scrolling through images of the billionaire at various society events, always with a glamorous new woman on his arm. Articles called him an "infamous playboy" and "Europe's most eligible royal bachelor." Amy huffed, annoyed at herself. Why did she care about some aloof Casanova prince? She was just a girl from the Bronx without a penny to her name. What could she possibly have to offer someone like him?

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

(If I could even call her that anyway. That man never knew when to stop, did he? This was the fourth time I was hearing that same old freaking cry, (Although this was most definitely a higher pitch and a newer voice) and the week was not even over yet! Oh, by now… if I didn’t know it already, you could be rest assured that I most definitely did now… My boss was a certified playboy! Adonis Blackwell, voted Forbes’ Sexiest Man Alive for five consecutive years and looking forward to bagging it this year as well… CEO of Buzz Telecommunications and Network Analytics, with investments in Real Estate and multiple hotel chains littered across the country, really was a playboy.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

Adrian Cole was a billionaire. He had the money, the power, and the name everyone respected. People thought his life was perfect—big houses, fast cars, private jets, and now this shining white yacht on the open sea. But Adrian was more than just rich. He was a man with hunger. A man with dark sexual fantasies.