Novel & Cerita Billionaire Recluse

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

The Luxury Magnate — “The Maison Lord” Name: Bernard Arnault Business base: Global luxury conglomerate (haute couture, wine, premium retail) Profile snippets: Cold public persona, obsessed with brand legacy and artistic image; collects art, funds galleries, owns private island retreats; complex family succession. Visuals & habits: Tailored dark suits, minimalist mansion, discreet but iconic brand launches. Conflict hooks: Creative director rebellion, takeover rumors, moral cost of exclusivity vs. modern values. “Your payment, sir? It’s your wealth that brought you here,” the driver said as Drick unloaded their luggage.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

He wore a black tuxedo that fit his tall, muscular build like it was made for him—which it probably was. I stared, my thumb hovering over the screen. I’d seen pictures of him before, in financial magazines, but I’d never really looked. Now, I couldn't look away. I scrolled down, reading his profile. Rex Corporation. Billionaire. Real estate, tech, private equity. His business record was flawless. No scandals. No messy divorces. No history of dating a string of models. In fact, there was almost no personal information at all. He was like a ghost. A powerful, gorgeous, and mostly important almost perfect.

he said and left me hanging. After my class I made a research of the most powerful and influencing man todays. But, yeah. I found nothing. But one thing. That man is powerful! Really powerful. He owns the Wolkzbin Enterprises, Real Estates and even an Empire! He hates stupids. He's reckless and ruthless. In business world, he's the best. The Most Eligible Bachelor Billionaire. Still a Bachelor, huh? Maybe he didn't had a wife or something because he's busy with his life and career.

“It's not.” I batted my lashes, perplexed. “What do you want from me then? Do you harass all your clients like this?” He stepped away from me. “Let's get one thing straight. I am not a call boy, nor a stripper. I am a business man who values his time and takes every interaction seriously.” It was at that moment it finally clicked. Atlas Cade. The billionaire everyone whispered about. The ghost investor. The man whose face never appeared in magazines because he was always behind a mask. He had multi-billion dollar empires and compared to him, my family was just a small fry. I couldn't pay him even if I offered my entire networth.

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

Thomas chuckled. "He's busy with his affairs overseas and in the country. He's so busy that he probably wants to clone himself. Naturally, he doesn't have the time to visit you." "Indeed." Jude went to sit on the couch with Howard's help. "It's because of Kirk's boldness and willingness to work hard that he was able to become the wealthiest person in Sarcozia in such a short time." "That's right," said the head of the Hackett family, Aiden Hackett.

Lionel Rick, the youngest and most powerful billionaire of the current era, was only nine years older than Danielle. He acted stingy toward everyone, yet when it came to his own comfort and indulgence, he always placed it above all else, spending money without restraint. In a magnificent city like Wall City, his mansion “Times” was incredibly famous. Its area was as large as an international standard stadium, even more luxurious than the president’s residence, filled with breathtaking scenery and countless servants. Yet the billionaire lived there alone in complete isolation from his father and stepmother. Unless something important happened, he would never return home to visit them, nor did

“We’ll get our revenge, Dee. We certainly will. Just tell me what I have to do to assist.” Together, Jessica and I turn the internet upside down, trying to find a means of getting to Mike’s father. Our efforts seem fruitless at first, because most articles describe him as reclusive. A ghost billionaire, that’s what one entertainment article calls him. He single-handedly built his company from scratch, and now CypherEdge Dynamics is one of the leading technology companies. It’s the kind of success story you read about in books or watch in biographical movies. According to the article I’m reading now, he’s forty-three years old. He hardly attends social events.