Billionaire Recluse Novels & Stories

The other's start to fire business names at each other, all of them getting rejected before Tyler looks speaks, "What about Kingston's Ltd?" I choke on my water as I hysterically hit my chest to calm down. My eyes scan their appearances before looking back at Tyler, "No way!". At this point I was rejecting his idea but they all seemed to have misunderstood this as enthusiasm. "Oh my God, it's perfect. Wasn't the owner declared the richest person in the world like last year?" Lena screeches near my ear.

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

He flew back home with a heavy heart, loneliness gnawing at him, a loneliness that he knew would become a trifle worse as soon as he got back to his modest house and the sound of Taylor’s gay laughter was missing. He was yearning for companionship, but none of the very few relationships that he had tried ever seemed to work out. Now, he lived an ordinary life, and looking at him, one wouldn’t even know he was a billionaire. He actually preferred it that way. He lived in a moderately sized house with only his daughter and had a maid that came in every other day to clean. The media thought he was a recluse and had since given up on trying to find his whereabouts, but he was actually ‘hiding in

But despite our efforts in turning the internet upside down, we are faced with nothing but dead ends, because most articles describe him as reclusive. A ghost billionaire, that's what an entertainment blog called him. He single handedly built his company and business from the ground up to it's present glory, and now Magnesium Mechanics is one of the leading Tech company, not just in the city but across continents. It's the kind of success story you see in Forbes top richest magazine publications or in lifestyle biographical movies. According to an article I'm reading now, his forty-five years old. He doesn't attend alot of social events, if his not in the office, he enjoys the comfort of his

He planned to regain his position this year and he was determined on achieving that . Now as if all that wasn’t enough this year and he was determined on achieving that. Atleast he hoped she knew how to speak clear and understandable English. He sure wont be hitting a atranslator for her . Recurring how she didn’t say much during their encounter , he wondered if it was due to be her inability speak English. Alicia collapsed into her office chair as soon as she arrived work the next day . She wore office suitable cloths which she made sure hisd all her curves. Sice her boss was officially back and she didn’t want to be seen as her dressing was inappropriate .

We had a list of names on there of men who I was sure thought they'd escaped because their money and names had shrouded them but these fucks would soon be visited in the dead of night. There was about to be an outbreak of something deadly among the world's elite. Couldn't make it too bloody though I'd like to cut their fucking heads off. But that would definitely raise some questions. I kept my wife isolated from it all, those first few days I dedicated to making sure she was healing properly in body and mind. We found her a doctor that was a nice fit for both of us. She'd agreed to have the sessions in house so Blossom could be comfortable in her own surroundings and I made sure I was alway

Strong enemies. I sighed, and walked back to my seat. *** The wide, happy, and welcoming smile beamed on my lips, only because I was going to see my cupcake. We hadn't seen each other yesterday, which was the reason I decided to pay him a visit. Of course, as a billionaire, his house was, so, so, enormous. Bigger than mine, I thought. Well, I wouldn't say it was finer than mine, since I had a better knowledge in interior designs.

"We'll catch up. Now, tell me something, how exactly did you know Nico?" "Well, he's my cousin's boss. Rich as fuck. Owns only the best clubs in Stonehaven and the entire United States of America. So I met him when my cousin introduced us, telling Nico that I was a good artist. I think I gave him the inspiration bottle for one of his breweries." "So he's an entrepreneur." "Yeah, and heading on to become the first trillionaire in that line of business." "Trillionaire? How is it even possible he comes out like that?"

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.