Billionaire Recluse Novels & Stories

“Not my ex-husband.” Claire nodded, but she did not move on. She paused and tilted her head a little, like she understood. “Of course,” Claire said. “Of course. But you have to admit, the world is fascinated. A woman who walked away from a billionaire. Who built an empire from nothing. Who refused to be invisible.”

It would look odd to the other parents and teachers to see billionaire Scott Kelly in raggedy jeans and a T-shirt with paint stains. He had taken on the persona of small independent contractor and single dad Scott Jenkins after his divorce from Marlena. During that time, the press and thirsty single ladies were all over him. He couldn’t take the pressure, and Clay was only a toddler. To keep his sanity and to protect Clay’s privacy, he had dropped out of society. He had become the elusive billionaire – so much so, half of his employees at Kelscot Construction didn’t even know what he looked like. The only time he was seen as his true self was when he had to speak to teachers and attend event

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 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'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."

I was even thinking of it in quotations, like it was incredibly important and secret. I wondered what the billionaire was doing this late at night, other than throwing out broken surfboards. I didn't actually know much about him. Sure, I of course had Googled him, but even the internet knew remarkably little about the reclusive billionaire. His two partners had several pages of information, but not him.