Billionaires With Tattoos Novels & Stories

She's way too comfortable in that position. "Rich Lawson, a famous business tycoon and an understated drug lord. Your next target." She saw an inverted version of him due to her position. He's leaning next to the glass door while drying his hair. Topless, while another white towel hung on his hips. 'Vampire looking son of a gun.' "All the ammo and weapons you need are in your car," he continued as he stretch his arms to wear a fitted grey shirt. The large dragon tattoo on his back, was a way to cover those scars he had when they were kids. Their father always hated her for being weak and he took all the beating on her behalf. Unravelling the towel on his hips he started wearing a tattered

“Brian is Brian Green of Green Aviation, Barry owns ICL, Declan is Declan Mayfield of Mayfield Hotels, Jonathon is Jonathon Ashby of Ashby Chocolates and Mason owns Black Sheep Software and Games.” “Fuck me,” Lisa breathed. The girls giggled. “I know, right?” Cassie said. “They don’t behave like billionaire businessmen. Well, apart from Barry.” “Hey, Brian is pretty corporate these days,” Becky protested. “You forget the tattoos under the suit,” Cassie said with a wink. “Mason has a tattoo,” Lisa said absently, thinking of the massive chest piece. “Yeah, but we’ve only seen the ends of his sleeves,” Cassie said.

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

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I was going through my phone when a certain news caught my attention, because that news mentioned me, none of the other news did, and I know why because my dad and brother had threatened the reporters. Not that I couldn't do it, it just makes me feel that I'm loved and people do care about me. . "The playboy, again is engaged, with a Victoria secret model, who claimed to be his best friend during his first marriage with the heir of Lightwood enterprises Ms. Caroline Lightwood." Is this the reason for the divorce of Ms. Lightwood and her player ex-husband Mr. Knight.? As we all know how much both the partners were in love with each other. What might have led to their separation? We all know M

He thought to himself. “Yes, Mr. Valez. We will make the necessary corrections.” He exhaled slowly, adjusting his cufflinks. His reflection gleamed back faintly from the wall of glass behind him. He was sporting neatly trimmed stubble, and gray eyes that had made women and enemies alike lose their breath. His dark hair was swept back, not a strand out of place. He looked every inch the billionaire CEO. Which was the point. His chest and sleeve tattoos were hidden in his suit and he wondered what these men would think if they saw him as he truly was. The Mafia Don of the east.

One thing, everyone knew about him that he was gossily rich. The man named Azrael sat across, crossing his legs together. His one hand gripping the red wine had multiple tattoos, crafted from his fingers and disappeared under the long sleeve of his Armani suit. My eyes switched to his next hand, spotting different remarks of tattoos, wondering how long they had on his body. It was very unusual as a business man. My dad used to lecture me that only goons had such dangerous tattoos. But I bet, he wasn't that sort of guy. Security was tight in this city and such a mafia business was a fairytale to us.

Funny how I get nervous again, wanting to back out when I was so courageous earlier until I saw them. Some of his men went outside, and some were still there. They all have tattoos on their arms and probably up to their body. Well, tattoos are all over the world now. Even minors have! “A million and a hundred dollars.” His eyebrow shut up. A loud burst of laughter suddenly echoed inside the room.

Helicopters didn't belong here. Neither did billionaires. But as a tall figure emerged from the aircraft, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the coastal wind, Maya felt ice crystallize in her veins. She knew that silhouette. Everyone in America knew that silhouette. Damien Cross. Tech mogul. Venture capitalist. The man whose face graced the cover of Forbes with alarming regularity, whose companies had revolutionized everything from social media to artificial intelligence. The man who, according to last month's tabloids, had just closed a deal worth eight hundred million dollars before breakfast.

"We got matching tattoos when we moved in together. He had the black one-wing butterfly on his left leg. I had it on my right leg. It meant that we would always be a team and fly together. Well, we've clearly collapsed. The tattoo is so cringe, right?" "I think it's cute." He smiles a small smile. "Truth or Dare, Damien?" "Truth." "Why is a hot and handsome billionaire like you single?" I ask. "G****e didn't show me any sign of your lucky lady. Is it because there's a secret man?" That question seems to make Damien uncomfortable. He swallows hard and clears his throat, avoiding my eyes. He gulps his wine and finally faces me with a plastic smile. "This lifestyle doesn't allow me some pretty