Billionaires With Tattoos Novels & Stories

"We're not taking a single cent from him." "Tristan, that's ten million dollars…" "I can afford it." I looked at him closely, and something clicked. "Who are you, really?" Tristan was silent for a long time. Then he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Below his collarbone was a small, intricate tattoo—two crossed daggers. My heart skipped a beat. The mark of the underground auction houses. "You're…" "I'm not some trust fund kid playing dress-up," Tristan said, his gaze intense. "The underground art market in North America? That's my table. I set the prices."

This is impossible. “Leave my office right away. You are a really insane man. Do you realize how sensitive this concept is” I said. “Yes. That is why I am here to help you” he drew up his sleeves a bit, revealing a tattoo he had on his hand. It was exactly the same tattoo my father had at the same spot on his arm. My father belonged to a small group of rich men when he was alive. And they all had the same tattoo on their hand. There were only four in that group, and I heard that only one of them was alive.

“Well, you can pick any of the men here and see if it’s worth a shot. But, if you ask for my opinion on who you should go for…” He nudged his head over my shoulder. I turned around slightly and found another billionaire walk into the space. He took the attention of most people in the room. Buff, with a stoic expression. A tattoo peaked out of his folded sleeves. “Who is he?” I asked. “Sallion Perry.” I waited for more information but got nothing. “Is that all?” “He’s a billionaire,” Raymond said. “No job description?” “Oh, his name is just enough to get people riled up. People say…” Mathew leaned in then whispered. “He’s a black hat hacker, but no one has been able to prove it. Though I thin

“It's not.” I batted my lashes, perplexed. “What do you want from me then? Do you harass all your clients like this?” He stepped away from me. “Let's get one thing straight. I am not a call boy, nor a stripper. I am a business man who values his time and takes every interaction seriously.” It was at that moment it finally clicked. Atlas Cade. The billionaire everyone whispered about. The ghost investor. The man whose face never appeared in magazines because he was always behind a mask. He had multi-billion dollar empires and compared to him, my family was just a small fry. I couldn't pay him even if I offered my entire networth.

“You only care about artists and comics. Of course you wouldn’t know the most popular CEO in town!” When Malorie gave her a quizzical look, Val sighed and began to explain. “He’s one of the youngest billionaires in the country,” she stated. “He’s one of the heirs to the Tang Industries and an icon in the fashion industry. He owns several clothing lines which have been internationally acclaimed and his business acumen is just perfect! He’s been on the covers of many famous magazines as well…” “Great!” Malorie scowled. “More reason for people to gravitate towards that accursed club!”

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.

He glanced at me disgustingly for some second and turned to go sit on the couch. I smirked. "Now do have any questions to ask?" "No I am done asking." I said. "We are having a special guess coming in today." I began. "We are going to be having a meeting with the lady." "Really? Is that time of the month?" I blew out a breath through my mouth. "We are going to be having more guess coming in today." "Yeah you don't need to remind me of that. My parent won't miss this opportunity for a billionaire."

Total lie, but whatever. “WOW. Let’s do it!” Tessa jumped up, legs wobbling a bit from the champagne. Billie pointed at her. “Aren’t you married to a millionaire? You don’t even need this mission.” “I’m in it for the plot,” Tessa shot back with a grin. “And I still have like six new Dior pieces sitting in my cart.” They bickered back and forth like old times until I stood up and clapped my hands.

Pictures that had just my chest, my tattoos or my back but she definitely knew it was me because she stared at the pictures for long. Jax scrolled down, pausing at a photo of me shirtless on my yacht. The photo was taken and used when my name appeared on Forbes’ ‘Billionaires under 30’ list. It went viral at the time simply because all Wade brothers were featured on it. It’s been a while but no one has a clear picture of my face. She lingered on that picture for a long time. Minutes seemed to pass and soon, I sensed something was up. Tapping on the to give me access to her microphone, I turned to the monitor and clicked on the cameras in her room.