Billionaires With Tattoos Novels & Stories

the younger man answered sharply. “Then trust me on this one too.” he stated. The man on the chair was one of the most richest men in New York though he operated mainly in the underground world where he headed drugs and arms trafficking. He was the highest ranked member of the deep four organization, and had affiliations with different mafias in different parts of the world. He was a business man too, owning and investing in different businesses across the country. His name is Roy Smith. Karen's Dad.

I tried to look the other way but there was something that made my gaze return to Billie's body, on her back she had a tattoo that covered all her skin, it was a tattoo of a wolf opening its jaws, it looked fearsome when it showed its fangs . "Done." Putting on a baggy shirt. “Okay”my eyes were in another direction before he turned around.” I thought I saw a tattoo on you”I told him”I thought businessmen didn't like that kind of thing. What meaning does it have? "Well, the fact that I am a businessman does not mean that my spirit as a young man died, on the contrary , I am someone like any other, the only millionaire, " he laughed. Once again I did not like his jokes.

A blood red pocket square was perfectly folded in his front breast pocket giving him an air of old-world charm. A glint on his finger caught her attention and she tried not to stare at the giant ruby in the gold setting that sat on heavily tattooed fingers. In fact, both his hands were heavily tattooed, much of it in Cyrillic script she couldn't read. As her eyes trailed up his broad chest, she saw more tattoos at the opening of his dress shirt that snaked up the sides of his neck. The tattoos were the only thing that would distinguish him from any other rich entrepreneur having dinner in a place like Opus. She suppressed a shiver of excitement at the thought of seeing more of the ink that w

His phone screen glowed in the dim cabin light as he scrolled through article after article. George Carter. Billionaire, owner of the empire, philanthropist, yacht enthusiast. Every headline painted him as larger-than-life, the kind of man who could buy and sell entire hockey franchises without flinching. Atlan frowned, lingering on a photo of the silver-haired man stepping off a yacht with the grace of someone untouchable. This is the guy giving me a second chance? The weight of it pressed down harder than the altitude. He studied the man's sponsorship deals, charity galas, sports events. Carter was everywhere, backing winners, shaping industries. And beneath his name was a footnote that ma

As long as I remained on his good side, he wouldn’t hurt me. “He has ties to the mafia. Haven’t you seen the tattoos on his arms? Those are tied to the Italian Mafia, Rena. You can’t be oblivious to that.” No. Nero had a billion-dollar company. He wouldn’t need to lead that kind of life when he had all the money in the world. “He’s not part of the mafia. That’s not true. Those tattoos he has are just that—tattoos. It’s not that serious. He is a billionaire with a legitimate business.”

Half of his properties and money is worth several billions. At first, Tann and I wanted to will it all to charity because we wanted nothing that belongs to that man, but in the end we didn't because it's not our decision to make. It's Jaimie's. We began a trust fund for him with it which he'll have when he turns twenty five. My son is a billionaire, when he's just five years old. The knowledge made me laugh and cry at the same time. I never thought my life will ever turn out this way.

My dress was down near my waist, and my breasts had two tiny red blocks placed strategically over the nipples. My hands started shaking as I scrolled down further. “The rich really ARE different – as in freaky … Connor Templeton, of the world-famous billionaire Templeton family, can be seen here getting nasty with a young woman he allegedly paid $50,000. For what? You be the judge.

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

he asked, irritably. Galvez nodded gently. "They won't even let us in?" Ythan looked incredulous. Galvez nodded again. Ythan bit his lower lip while clenching his fists. "Don't they know me? I AM YTHAN MARCUS! THE ONLY MULTI-BILLIONAIRE IN THE ENTIRE COUNTRY!" he shouted. The security head quickly and approached where Ythan's car was. He smiled at Ythan. "My boss is also a multi-billionaire," he said as he ran back to his seat.

But the guest list revealed the real scale of influence gathered inside. Infrastructure magnates. Sovereign investment representatives. Policy advisors from multiple continents. Banking consortium leaders. Billy glanced around the lobby quietly. “Wow.” Sofia followed his gaze. “What?” Billy lowered his voice. “That’s the guy who funded the Baltic rail expansion.” Daniel added quietly, “And that’s the energy transition commissioner from Brussels.” Thomas shook his head slowly. “This room controls half the infrastructure projects on the planet.” Serena nodded. “Exactly.” Which was why Caldwell had chosen this setting carefully.