Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

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

“Good. And while you’re there, grab me a few ties as well.” Every muscle in my body goes tense. “A few ties?” I ask as he turns away from me. “That’s right. Five ought to do.” Oh God. I knew this job was going to be hard, but I was expecting paperwork and maybe fetching coffee, not making fashion choices for one of the most handsome billionaires in the world. “Any particular color or print?” I ask.

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.

"Elise? What are you doing here at 9 p.m. with your tote bag? Did you and your poor husband fight? Did he finally leave you because you are too poor?" Elise burst into tears. "He is not poor!" "What?" "He is not poor, Sophie! He is a billionaire! Britain's richest man! Chairman Blackwood! £98 billion! He lied to me for 73 days! He owns my building! He bought Dior! He... he..." Sophie dropped the baby bottle. "Billionaire? Your husband? That quiet guy who wore Uniqlo? Billionaire? Elise, did you hit your head?" Elise showed her the Wikipedia page, the photos, the news articles. Ethan Blackwood spotted with mystery florist wife at Claridge's.

"I’ll be back before you know it. Take care of yourself while I'm gone, Chairwoman." ​Before Vivian could process her overwhelming flood of questions, Oliver turned and walked toward a sleek black SUV waiting at the curb. ​Thirty thousand feet above the Mediterranean Sea, the quiet hum of jet engines filled the cabin of a Gulfstream G650. ​The interior was draped in dark leather and polished walnut. Oliver sat near the window, his soft gray sweater replaced by a bespoke, navy-blue Italian suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and commanding presence. He swirled a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, looking every bit the ruthless, untraceable Ghost Billionaire.

Two uniformed valets sprinted forward, bowing low as they opened the rear door. A man stepped out into the bright lobby lights. Brandon Blackwood. He wore a bespoke charcoal-black wool overcoat draped over his tailored three-piece suit. Moving with intimidating, predatory grace, his presence instantly drew every eye in the vicinity. Nicole stopped dead in her tracks. Her tear-filled eyes widened as she stared at the billionaire titan. She remembered the grand auction. She remembered the fifty-million-dollar Colombian emerald necklace he had fastened around Robin's neck with such possessive warmth.

“Of course, Brian Blake Williamson. Why didn’t I know that,” Does she mean Blake was his middle name? She took her smartphone, opened the Internet, and browse Brian Williamson’s name. She showed me the screen. “This is your Blake, Tara?” My body was trembling when I saw his pictures. I opened my mouth to breathe as I took the smartphone in my hand and swiped the screen. The youngest billionaire in the country... The sole heir of Williamson... The most sought bachelor in the country... I continued to read the titles of the websites as there was a lot of information to read.

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.