Billionaire Playboy Novels & Stories

"Seriously?” “Yes. You can be excited about it.” Jaxson replied with a proud grin on his lips which quickly faded after hearing Cattleya's next words. "That's so obvious. Don't you think I expect some man as wealthy as you will have only one car to use? Of course you will have tons of them because you can afford it like a new toy. But creating a separate house for it was quite shocking, but then, it's predictable for someone as rich as you. Come on, Jax, tell me something more about you and not your luxury.”

The Billionaire's Playmate by: Pennieee (ENGLISH) Thaliana Tangi Dela Vezca "You are not getting any younger, and I want grandchildren, Tangi! What are your plans for your life? I've always told you that having your own family would make your life happier. You never listen. This is what I've been telling you! You are already twenty-nine years old!" I am Thaliana Tangi Dela Vezca, the youngest child of George Romualdo Dela Vezca, a billionaire with numerous businesses both in the Philippines and abroad. Our family is renowned because our last name consistently appears on the list of the wealthiest families in the Philippines. Moreover, my father is quite sociable; he has befriended nearly eve

He would be able to live the rest of his life in bliss. As for the 60% of annual profit … Although it wasn't definite, he knew that a person who could pay 600 million dollars definitely wasn't from a small company. "Why should I trust you?" asked Roald. Charles laughed softly and said, "Mr. Norton, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You've already sent your wife abroad. What else do you have to worry about?" Roald was flabbergasted. How could this man possibly know something like that?

"What the hell are you doing carrying around this much money?" I couldn't tear my eyes away from the bag. There had to be thousands in there. "Where did you even get this?" "Aww, what a weird question to ask someone as rich as me, princess." He brushed off an invisible speck of lint from his sleeve. "That's pocket change in my world." My eyes narrowed. Pompous, spoiled brat. "Oh I'm sorry, I forgot who I was talking to for a second there. Of course Trent the Rich Boy carries around sackfuls of money all the time." I punctuated my words with an epic eye roll.

Our families were friends, so we became friends by default, attended the same school, and rented an apartment off campus together where we hosted parties, to my dismay and very obvious disapproval and to Eve's unswayed determination. The only difference between us is that while I settled for working in my dad's firm, Eve decided to open her publishing business against her parents' protest. The girl got balls, and it is a good thing she did it because her business is one of the best, they have the most scandalous tabloids on celebrities and have a knack for turning any event they want into a story worth reading. "Too bad it is to be wasted on this wedding." I sigh out loud as I face the mirro

Wait… Arthur Smith, the name seemed familiar, she paused for a while as she racked her brain, trying to recall where she had heard the name. She glanced up at him with wide eyes, the recognition finally dawning. She had seen his images a few times on magazines. “You're Arthur Smith?” She questioned unbelievably. “Yes.” He answered a little bit cold. “Do you have any problem with that?” She shook her head, feeling a little more intense because she didn't know the person she would be getting married to would be a man who was known as the country's richest heartbreaker. Being a billionaire playboy, born into riches and then he was able to single handedly build hi

I said, frustration bubbling up inside me. "You need to find a solution to this before you fall in too deep. Unless you're ready to end up with another broken heart... Billionaires like him are known to be playboys. I bet his body count is over a hundred. He's seen and met a lot of women. You might be his fiancée, but I'm sure he takes this as a normal business transaction. Although I don't know what he looks like, I bet he must be really handsome..." Sophie said, and I nodded.

My dad is one of the richest men here in California. He has a lot of estates, businesses, companies, investments and a whole lot more than you can imagine. And I am the only son. Meaning, I am the only one who will inherit his properties when he passes away. Yet, I still have a name for myself. I am Peter Vlachos The youngest billionaire in America. California Hottest playboy. I am the mafia leader of BLACK DIAMONDS. A rich tycoon. A brilliant gambler. Owner of so many casinos.

"Well, now you know what I've been up to. What about you?" I'm asking this as a mere formality—I know exactly what he's been up to. In fact, the whole world does. Roman Hayes is a name everyone knows. He was named Forbes' youngest billionaire in the world two years ago, and his face is splashed across magazines and blog posts. He's had countless dating scandals. He's a renowned bad boy if there ever was one.

"Unfortunately I do, I've had the displeasure for the past few weeks of wading through your filth. I have the children you sold away into captivity by the way. By the end of tomorrow the whole world is going to know what you are not to worry." He struggled against his restraints and swore a blue streak. Demented fuck. I stood back and let him tire his old ass out. Funny, up close he didn't look like either of his personas. Not the great senator, nor the axis of evil. Instead he looked like a sixty five year old degenerate down on his luck.