Billionaires Novels Novels & Stories

The Billionaire's Struggle Synopsis He has been longing for a family again, since the death of his wife. Five years later, he finally finds love with a new addition to the family. His daughter, Luna, gave him a new reason to live after the death of his wife but the depression started when the cute 4-year-old went into coma. For good three months, she was still in coma, he could not do anything because of lack of concentration. He lost deals worth millions.

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

Really looked at me and pulled me closer than I was to him in a deep kiss and then said, “Let’s get you inside” My legs felt wobbly so I held onto him for balance. There’s just a hint of stubble along the sharp line of his jaw as he smirks at me and I can’t help but wonder what it looks like in the morning. “Yes please” And for the first time, I was able to take in the beauty of the mansion. It’s exactly like what I have seen in the magazines of “A DEAL OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS HOUSES?” And I guess he is one of those Millionaires who feels there is nothing they can't buy with money. Including a virgin nineteen-year-old girl.

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

I took a deep breath and relaxed into the car seat finally. About thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a mansion that looked like it belonged in a European fairy tale. The mansion had three stories of white stone, with columns, balconies and windows. Inside was even more overwhelming. "What do these people do?" I whispered as Cassian led me through the crowd. "Telling you would make you an accessory to about forty different crimes, including a few deaths in the family.” His hand pressed against my lower back. I thought suddenly of what Raven had said about Cassian’s mother. What had she meant? And why wouldn't Cassian talk about his mother? He'd barely mentioned his family at al

Her casual outfit only made it worse, making everything look like a secret relationship. "This is insane—" she started to say, but her phone buzzed with messages. Friends from college, business contacts, even family members she hadn't talked to in years were all congratulating her on a relationship that wasn't real. Freya was lost of words, still trying to process the whole situation within. "There's more," Lena said, scrolling down. "The stock market's blowing up." Everyone thinks this is some kind of corporate merger strategy.” Hart Enterprises' stock had jumped 15% before the market even opened. Business news channels were already talking about a possible merger between the companies.

I stood, already dismissing the conversation. And his voice stopped me. “Four hundred billion dollars.” He leaned forward. “I’ll give you four hundred billion dollars if you find him. And if you do it in two days, I’ll transfer fifty percent of my assets to you.” “I have all the money I need Vladimir. What makes your four hundred billion so different?” Vladimir’s grin widened. “My assets, Hilton. My assets make it all different.” Liam was silent beside me, waiting. “And you have a photo of this man?” I asked, taking over yet another desperate man's company was interesting.

Someone reads off the charges with a legality that sounds like a script: “Mr. John McQueen, owner and CEO of Titan Weapons, you are under arrest on suspicion of embezzlement, fraud, misappropriation of funds amounting to approximately two billion dollars.” Two billion. The number becomes a chant. It will be the headline that folds into everything I was. Two billion. Two billion. I can feel it lodge in my chest like a stone. The world will spin its own story around that stone and forget the truth like it was a slip of cheap paper. That bastard. Daniel. He took Annabella. He took Peter. He wove a thousand smokescreens—companies with empty shells, shipments routed through shell ports, accounts

Louise said. "Pepper eater?" I wondered. "Eats pepper. That animal always has pepper in his teeth," Louise answered, making me shake my head. Louise and I spoke clearly for a moment. She told the whole gossip about Joseph. It is said that someone also leaked the video just now of them kissing in a bar. Joseph is rich and a millionaire so he is a famous person. "You know, we'll just drink that pain away. Come with us and let's go to a bar! What do you say, girls?" Louise said and turned to Mercedes.

Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added. "Well, I'm not surprised. Most business tycoons' wealth is not usually from a pure source. Anne said. "One time I heard Mr Anderson trafficking illegal goods and is in a close partnership with drug dealers," she continued, in a cheesy way that added more spice to the tea. "Oh my goodness! You don't mean it," Bryan added cheesily and the news went on till it ended. "Serves him right," Amelia muttered as she switched off the TV. .... "I need you to fire those reporters before the end of the week," Ryan thundered across the office.