Billionaire Recluse Novels & Stories

Meet Marie Rodrigo. 22-year-old girl born and raised in Texas who moved to New York after High School. Works as the CEO's assistant at Alan Establishment. Has been working at Alan Establishment for a year now and loves her job. Meet Karter Allan. 33-year-old man, the youngest self-made billionaire in America. Owner and Founder of Allan Establishment. Known for being somewhat of a playboy and a cruel boss. What happens when Marie has an encounter with her big bad boss Karter? Will Karter start to feel attracted to Marie, can Marie break down his walls and find out why he has such trouble committing? Read The Billionaire to find out.

Did that mean their relationship had been nothing more than a contract from the beginning? “Yes, Aeliana,” Hannah said slowly. “Your parents own Monroe Businesses and Enterprises. They are among the social elites.” Aeliana’s eyes widened at the revelation. If her parents were that wealthy, then why did she remember living such a simple life? Why did she believe she came from poverty when she first woke up in the hospital? “You were raised in the countryside, away from your parents,” Hannah continued. “You lived there with your family’s old housekeeper. Your parents took you back later—so you could learn the life you were supposed to have long ago.

"I am glad you remember I am the Don and also the owner of this company. Less I forget, this company is a corporation, an investment company not a mafia company. With or without the mafia business backing this company, it would be the same. Who ever I employ to work for me is my business to take care of care of and I know how to handle what under my control, Mr dickhead. Now I hope I have given you the reply, you may take fucking sit. " I saw his jaw harden as he didn't get what he was looking for with what he had said. He sat down angrily and avoided contact with me. " Well that new, young blood. I did want to see who this lady is, the one who captured your heart and you interested in her."

" I mean, How can someone be so secreting? There is nothing, Apart from his success there is absolutely nothing. No family, no siblings, no friends, no wife, not even a bimbo. Does he control the media? The only pictures I could find of him were with the ones he met for business or functions of charity or volunteer work. Nothing unusual. Not even a single bit. No one has ever seen him outside his villa. Wait? Villa? Well, I guess this is what you expect from a Billionaire. I shut my laptop as I look at the time. "Sh*t, I still have to pick up an outfit for the Company's 25th-anniversary celebration". I guess I'll just think about it later, I need some sleep right now. If I manage to do that.

The man reached out to correct Melo, so they both stared at each other. His great grandmother, he never once heard someone else boast, so he believed in the saying that the humble are exalted. Their business grew and they became richer. Even he, he inherited from his father to hide from the media. He doesn’t show himself as a billionaire. Even in social gatherings, if he attends, he doesn’t post photos or interviews. Because he believes that such an occasion is for businessmen to have fun, not to be bombarded by reporters and showered with camera flashes that almost blinded him.

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

He had a feeling Kiandra was about to tell him the truth about who he really was to her but that phone call snapped her out of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he walked up to the mother and the daughter. The guards who were there greeted him and he nodded as a reply. “Let’s go in,” he said to Kiandra. “This is too much. Don’t you have a smaller apartment, I’m okay with that than this,” Kiandra told Lucas. “I’m a billionaire, I don’t do small things,” Lucas replied as the door to the penthouse opened. Just as she had expected, everything screamed luxury. From the walls to the tiles to the interior design, everything screamed money.

He's the only guy who kidnapped me after discovering that I was planning to block him. “It won't work. This asshole is deranged, Misha. He never let me go out of the house, never allow me to talk to anyone other than him, he even broke my phone because I kept texting my online boyfriends. I have no choice but to run away from him.” I answered “Aileen, are you an idiot? Girl, you pulled a billionaire! A goddamn billionaire. Endure him a little, or better drain his wealth.” she replied with enthusiasm as if what she said is just picking up trash

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."