Billionaire Recluse Novels & Stories

Travis faced the newcomer, and seriously examined the man, from head to toe, vice versa. “Looks like you’re taking care of something more important than me?” Axel didn’t know if the gentleman was joking or not. He stared at him. He was wearing eyeglasses, so his eyes could not be seen. He was impressed by him. He is the only billionaire who doesn’t like to be featured in a newspaper. His family is not even popular and is not seen publicly. “I’m sorry, Chairman, there was just a little problem, and I couldn’t leave her.” He didn’t lie to the gentleman, and had no reason to do so.

I asked Ariana, bringing my attention back to her. She blew out a frustrated breath and leaned back in her chair. “Nothing you don’t already know. He’s a recluse. No social media presence. Keeps his public appearances to a minimum. Honestly, the only reason people even know he exists is because he has to sign deals for his company.” “How does one man stay so hidden?” I muttered, half to myself. “It’s infuriating.” “It’s impressive, is what it is,” Ariana replied. “If I had his kind of money, you’d never hear from me again.”

The headlines hit by dawn. “Tech Billionaire Dominic Kane’s Shocking Family Secret Exposed!” “Arrest of Ezra Kane Unravels Hidden Web of Corporate Crimes.” “Mother of Billionaire’s Secret Son Breaks Silence.” Ava stared at the TV screen in the cabin’s kitchen, Liam’s cereal going untouched beside her. Dominic’s confession letter had gone viral within hours of being submitted to the authorities. Every journalist wanted a quote, a photo, a statement. But she wasn’t interested in headlines.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

For a second, his eyes dropped to her lips, and the mask of the cold billionaire cracked. "I want the truth," he growled. "And I have all night to get it." He didn't kiss her. He let go, the sudden lack of contact feeling like a cold front. "Sleep. The lawyers will be here at eight. Don't make me drag you to the table." Morning arrived with the grey, sterile light of a Manhattan winter. Two men in charcoal suits sat at the end of the dining table, their briefcases open like maws. Kaleb sat opposite them, sipping coffee with a casualness that was clearly a provocation.

"But what meetings does he attend here? Thought the wine press at my town was destroyed. Does he have a company here?" Sara nodded. "He does." Bethany wondered how rich he was cause he isn't being recognized by the media and no one talks about him. Infact, he is just like an ordinary man who had nothing whereas he owns big industries. "He is a silent billionaire I see." Sara lifted the corners of her lips into a smile, "Yes you are right. A billionaire who hates to be recognized so he makes sure to keep hidden what he does secret, leaving the world to wonder who does it."

Good, so good. Donna thought she needed a break, a vacation on an island. Blake didn't take vacations. She needed to work, just push past the block and write. She didn't need the money, she was rich, filthy rich, really. Her gran's inheritance was enough to have her retire on a private island, and her five books had done extremely well. Blake loved writing, getting words on a page, taking her readers on a journey through exotic lands and monster-filled forests. That was what she loved to do. This block was an irritation she didn't need now. And Donna's idea of a vacation was bad, it would just take her away from her work and doing what she loved. Blake cocked her head as she heard her phone

And I pathetically still love him. Why? I am scared as hell too. Why do things like these always happen to me? Why can't I have a bit of normal life? How could I never notice? Why didn't I look deeper? Was I that ignorant? Remembering what was in the files and letters, people described him as. A ruthless killer. A monster. A devil. I fell in love with a devil. He was the billionaire in disguise.

"I am glad you remember I am the Don and also the owner of this company. Less I forget, this company is a corporation, an investment company not a mafia company. With or without the mafia business backing this company, it would be the same. Who ever I employ to work for me is my business to take care of care of and I know how to handle what under my control, Mr dickhead. Now I hope I have given you the reply, you may take fucking sit. " I saw his jaw harden as he didn't get what he was looking for with what he had said. He sat down angrily and avoided contact with me. " Well that new, young blood. I did want to see who this lady is, the one who captured your heart and you interested in her."

He was reportedly so wealthy that even he didn’t know his own worth. He had also become almost a total recluse in the past twenty or so years, since his wife and daughter were murdered during a kidnapping attempt. He lived im supposed splendor somewhere up in the North Shore mountains in a well-guarded mansion, it was said, hidden by the forest, but with a view out over the ocean he had once loved. His rare public appearances always made the news, which was why Lynne knew of him. ‘He’s very rich, isn’t he? And very reclusive?’