Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

". Five minutes ago you discovered him with your sister." The rain grew louder in her ears. Silence fell between them. This wasn't a guess. He knew everything. "Who are you?" she demanded. He opened the car door. Stepped out. Rain dripped from his coat.. He seemed unbothered. Close his presence was overwhelming. "Adrian Blackwood " he said. The name hit her like a punch. Everyone in the city knew that name. Adrian Blackwood. Youngest billionaire in the country. Ruthless CEO who had built an empire before thirty.

All of them are desperate to keep their secrets buried. "Richard thought he was building a legacy for his son," I said, running my fingers over the drives. "He had no idea he was creating the perfect weapon for his own family's destruction." I pulled out a photograph tucked behind the drives. Richard Blackstone at a charity gala, his arm around a young woman with dark hair and bright eyes. My sister Katya, two weeks before he had her killed. The memory still burned like acid. Katya had been nineteen, pregnant, and naive enough to believe that threatening to expose his business dealings would make him leave his wife. Instead, he'd had her committed to a psychiatric facility where she'd "commi

Zach was shown straight through to the private room. Darien was already sitting at the table sipping wine. Zach received a nod from him and sat down at the other end of the table. “I was worried you wouldn’t come,” Darien said smoothly. The billionaire was dressed in one of his work suits, this time with no tie and the first few buttons undone. He still looked as good as ever. By now Zach had his face memorised to the fine details and knew it was one he wouldn’t be able to forget.

This made me smile and I wanted to know who this mysterious Alec was that couldn't let go of me. "Maybe I should meet your eldest son and tease him about the fact he couldn't let me go" I teased but it made her smile even more but at the same time she frowned. I couldn't help question on why she was frowning but it all became clear when Tiffany exclaimed that the mysterious Alec McKinley was now a notorious playboy who has been seen with so many models in just over the last couple of days. This made me realise that Iris was worried about her sons future, every mother only hoped for the best for their son, through romantic relationships and their career, so hearing her son being a player espe

They link arms and head out, ready to face whatever challenges come their way. Standing in front of a full-length mirror, a well-built man meticulously knots a golden-colored tie, perfectly complementing his tailored black Italian suit. His glossy, golden shoes gleam under the light as he brushes his hair back, revealing his captivating emerald eyes. Completing the apparel, an expensive Rolex wristwatch adorns his wrist, adding a touch of sophistication to his impeccable style. "Now I'm back to being who I'm and known for," he said stepping out of his room with his glasses on.

I whispered as I turned back to the table. "They're the Royal elites of Lakeview Academy. They are the richest people in America. You see the guy in the center with the dark brown hair and grey eyes? He's Elijah Easton, the sole heir of Eastons Designs. Next to him on his right is Jaxon Walters and his twin Aspen Walters. Finally we have Austin Cooper." Lena answered my question with a dreamy gaze towards Austin.

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

Aiden expensive private jet rested in the runway like it owned the city. Aiden sat in the back seat dressed in a black tuxedo. The white shirt he wore clung to his body like a second skin, highlighting his muscles and perfectly framed features. Aiden was more than just a celebrity billionaire, he was a man who never failed at making an entrance.

He chose a sleek, tailored charcoal-grey suit—a color that perfectly matched the sheets of our marital bed—paired with a pristine white silk blouse. Stellan stepped in front of me, his own lower half clad in dark slacks, his broad chest still bare and gleaming with moisture. He helped me into the silk blouse, his massive, calloused fingers working the delicate pearl buttons with a terrifying, concentrated precision. He draped the charcoal blazer over my shoulders, adjusting the lapels so they sat perfectly. Then, the billionaire CEO dropped to one knee on the plush carpet.

He spoke with a parfait straw in his mouth. “Tyleratte Brooke, I wish I was him.” “What do you mean?” I asked him with disgust. “Please, don’t tell me you don’t know the Tylerattes?” “Well I don’t.” “Tyleratte Brooke is listed as the richest billionaire in Singapore.” He replied, smiling mischievously. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”