Billionaire Recluse Novels & Stories

In the weeks that followed, Ryan continued with work, Tom did as well. Amelia worked in ways of getting back on track, mentally and emotionally. "Today, we bring the news of a very successful business tycoon, our very own King of finance _ Ryan Anderson. A lot of rumors have been spreading about the root of Mr Anderson's wealth," Anne, a top broadcaster reported. "The police are currently investigating Mr Anderson and are probably on their way to the company," Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added.

Most of them seemed to have made up their minds that Dion was never going to be found like many other missing persons in South Africa. It was such huge pity that the missing son was actually in the midst of the poorest commoners of the country. Most of these commoners only heard from the radio of the news and not necessarily seen his face displayed. The very few individuals who paid attention to billionaire news might have heard many times about the rich man Bowman Hill who was the CEO of ITSU, and that he had a son named Dion Hill. That was it. No necessary pictures of their faces.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

His posture was stronger, his eyes sharper, his aura more dangerous. Her heart thudded in her chest. This must be Franklin, she realized quietly, as he assessed her like a stranger from another world. Everyone in the USA elite knew the name Franklin Roth, the reclusive twin. The one who’d left Wall Street years ago to build a global empire from the shadows. Rumor had it his wealth dwarfed even the Novarion’s. Glancing at the dent in his car, he sighed. “You’re lucky I hit the brakes in time.”

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

“I’m just saying, being with a billionaire doesn’t sound half bad. Just think about it, no more rent, no more bills. Designer bags? Check. Travel around the world? Check. I’d retire at thirty-five and live the dream.” I rolled my eyes with a soft chuckle, then turned my attention to the screen. The news was still replaying Landon Pierce’s accusations, and the words “Who is the Secret Philanthropist?” scrolled across the bottom. I tilted my head slightly as I watched. “Well, whoever it is,” I said finally, my voice thoughtful, “I guess the person just wants to stay hidden. Not everyone likes the spotlight, you know?”

The shooter was still holding the gun, and the streetlight caught on his face just enough for me to recognize him. Elias Voss. Thirty-eight years old, net worth more than some countries, and currently the most reclusive billionaire on the planet. Also, apparently, a stone-cold killer. And he was staring right at me. “Shit,” I whispered, which was honestly was not the smartest thing to say that night. He didn't even blink. Just tilted his head like he was trying to decide if I’m a stray cat or dinner. Then he lifted one finger to his lips. Shhh.

Eumerriah's Point of View Aside from the main cottage, there are also cottages near the beach here at the resort that Gabrielle built. Sometimes before bed, we talk about various things, our youth, and our lives with the people we love. I learned that he built this resort using his own money because his father stopped giving him money after he graduated, unlike Jerome. Unlike Jerome, Gabrielle doesn't have a stable job. He often joins investment companies and struggling businesses as an investor. This is one of the reasons he and his father often argue. His father always says there is no passive income in small and failing companies, but Gabrielle believes that when people fall, they will st