Billionaire's Bunker Novels & Stories

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

The silence in the basement was different now. It wasn't the frantic, sweaty panic of Lucas; it was the heavy, pressurized silence of a deep-sea trench. My father, Richard Smith, stood in the light of the service elevator, his silhouette looking like a monolith of old power.

ALESSANDRA When we finally reached the underground bunker Leonardo told me about in the middle of the city, I was completely stunned by the sight I saw. Several dangerous men walked back and forth doing their jobs in the cold, rigid morning air. Some of them were carrying some wooden boxes from the underground boxes while the rest loaded them into the backs of the trucks. I had never seen anything like it before. Father had been very quiet about his business when I was growing up, and he didn't even let Mother interfere with it either. All I knew was that he had many enemies, and the money we spent for our lavish lifestyle was nothing but dirty money.

Had I already made an enemy after barely a day of marriage to Masssles Country’s former most eligible bachelor? The unanswered questions lingered, gnawing at me until the car slowed to a stop. I stared in awe at the sprawling white mansion in front of us. The golden cupid fountain in the driveway gleamed under the sunlight, surrounded by meticulously trimmed greenery. The estate exuded grandeur, but the heavy presence of security guards gave it an unsettling air, more fortress than home. It was beautiful, far grander than the mansion my father had always cherished. “Do you plan on sleeping in the car?” Kellen’s sarcastic voice jolted me from my thoughts. His face appeared in the window, one

Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months. The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club. The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Club had so much wealth it created a gravitational pull and anyone within range was sucked into their Super Nova of alternate realities. A wonderful place where they were entitled to anything the

"They’re wrong. The true power is always hidden in the roots." The doors slid open, revealing the Obsidian Sanctuary. It was a subterranean palace, untouched by the blast that had leveled the Regency above. Deep, black marble floors reflected the soft, amber glow of recessed lighting. There were no windows here, no reminders of the chaos upstairs. It was a billionaire’s bunker, a tomb of luxury designed for a king who never intended to lose his crown. But the centerpiece wasn't a throne. It was a private medical wing, filled with monitors and velvet-lined exam chairs.

His body was tense as he adjusted to the complete darkness that surrounded him. He rose slowly, dusting off his coat, and glanced around the room. His eyes strained against the dim light filtering from above, and then, as if by instinct, they fell upon the chests lining the walls. They stood there like silent sentinels, waiting for him to uncover their secrets. Lucius couldn't help the surge of excitement that thrummed through his chest. This was it. The treasure he had been chasing, the one whispered about in his family for generations—was real.

$350 million. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and looked again. It was still there – $350 million. The description read: ‘Ultra-modern citadel mansion in the heart of the city, with twenty-four-hour armed patrols, a panic bunker, biometric access for every door, private underground escape tunnels, and a helipad that fits three choppers.’ I let out a slow whistle. “Okay… I like this one… wait, $350 million is fucking too much! But I still like it.”

The deep, grounding proximity of his frame gave me a sweet rush of complete devotion, locking my focus into place as I pressed my right thumb hard against the frozen brass scanner. The red numbers instantly froze at 01:14. A heavy, mechanical thud rumbled beneath our knees, followed by the slow, grinding screech of gears shifting behind the stone wall of the fireplace. The massive brick hearth slowly slid back into the masonry, revealing a narrow, spiral iron staircase dropping straight into a brightly lit, modern subterranean bunker. The room below wasn't filled with dust or old papers. It was a flawless, sterile white vault, lined with row after row of pulsing silver server racks that look

I questioned her. "He has been hiding right under our feet. He is in a private medical bunker." Camille revealed. "Where exactly is this bunker." I asked. "It is beneath the Novarion headquarters building downtown. We built it five years ago for extreme corporate emergencies." Camille explained. "You kept him hidden in the company basement." I asked in shock. "Yes. We hired foreign private doctors. We flew them in on private jets. We paid them millions of dollars to stay silent." Camille said.