Billionaire Recluse Novels & Stories

the henchman answered. "The fuck do you mean by that? Your orders were the billionaire, not his woman, for Christ's sake!" A voice from behind chimed in, another familiar voice. "The girl saw my face. We couldn’t leave her. Besides, her family is probably loaded, so it’s a win-win." That was a lie, I never saw a face, it was intentional. "Win-win? Did you say win-win? The fuck is wrong with you? It’s already hard enough that we took the country’s golden prince; now we have to deal with her too?"

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.

Declan yelled, his eyes sharp with a murderous aura that made Alisa shiver. Only then did Alisa realize that she was so angry that she accidentally revealed Declan's identity. People around started talking about Declan. He is not only a wealthy billionaire but also the only son of the chairman of DSI corporation. They gradually forgot about Fidelia and focused on Declan. Many people have wanted to meet the heir to the DSI corporation but still have not had the opportunity; even the employees working at DSI have never seen him. And this was the first time they saw him, and they were so surprised that that person was billionaire Declan Galbraith. They competed with each other to take out their

His name never resurfaced again until he turned 21 years old and eligible to claim his legal rights over his parents' fortune. No pictures had ever been taken of the young billionaire, it was said, he was living such an isolated life that he became a recluse and developed an eccentricity because of how rich he was. Aside from his very private personal life, Gabriel Love was known for the multi-billion dollars businesses that he built over his father’s legacy. He proved to the world that he was not just a trust fund baby, but a very competent businessman in whom his father’s kingdom thrived and prospered to the point where he was dubbed as the richest man under 30 when he was only 25 years ol

He put down his pen and massaged his nose bridge. The scene that the investors make is truly stressing him out. If only he could get rid of them once and for all, he will surely give up a million dollar just to do so. It all started four years ago, after he suddenly disappeared from public. He only worked from home and made sure not to be seen everytime he went out, not once did he also visited the company nor did he grace them with his presence in any meetings. He only managed everything from home. Nikholas Pierre Fairbourne is a prominent figure in the business industry, a young trillionaire who's also the most eligible and sought after bachelor.

At this grand party, seeing him felt like an impossible task. All the important guests, clutching their wine glasses, enjoyed the evening in the beautifully designed hall, its floral arrangements, and colorful lights creating a breathtaking display. The wealth of the Thompson family was evident in every detail of the decor, which reflected the Thompson family's wealth, leaving everyone in awe. They were America's richest family, not just the town's richest.

She recognised him immediately, Max Hult. The name alone sent a ripple through her memory. Everyone in the city knew it. He was the Billionaire CEO ghost. The man who avoided the spotlight so completely that people joked he was allergic to it. She had only heard about him because of how much people gossiped about him, and she had seen his picture a few times on the Internet; it was the same pictures each time because he was rarely seen out and about, but she had never fully paid attention to matters regarding him. Her plates were full with her own matters.

I muttered and he looked up at me with hope in his eyes, giving me hope as well. “He's, well, a reclusive tycoon. You should have heard of him. Romanov Sleigh.” He replied and my brows furrowed as the name registered in my head. “Hold on, the billionaire tycoon? The one the world is sure is involved in underworld businesses?” I asked and when he nodded, it felt like I had just stepped into a trap. “That very one.” “Why does he want to get married? He's reclusive. Did he choose me specifically? Why?” I asked and my father had to put his hands out to stop me from asking more questions.

He had revived the company and become a billionaire due to very smart business decisions. Darien assumed that he had overcome the darkness in his life until he became clear how lonely he was despite all the money and adoration. He couldn’t date who he wanted for fear of negative public opinion. He was trapped in a gilded cage of his own making. The billionaire thought of Zach again and that boosted his mood. He was on his way out of the darkness. With that in the mind, he sped through rereading all of his past works and took out his notebook.

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..