Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.”

But the mysterious and attractive charm from the man in the black nightgown made Vivian unable to resist but had to look back. Her first impression of Dominic was that the man was so beautiful. He was as handsome as a knight or some god out of a myth, with a tall body, broad shoulders, long arms, and an angular face full of masculinity. His gaze was sober and calm, he casually passed others but made them pay attention to him. Vivian watched him until the figure of the man disappeared behind a turn in the hospital corridor. It was not until later that she learned that he was Dominic Arnold, the richest famous billionaire, wielding fearsome power and also a notorious arms dealer. She was lucky

It was not going to be a pretty argument, but at the exact same time, it was going to be exactly what he needed to do. “Benton, you don't know what women are like. Nobody is going to want you just because they want you. You’re a freaking billionaire. Do you not think that that is part of what some woman who is off the street is gonna want?” his next youngest sister asked as she batted her eyes at him.

The word hung in the air, sharp and immovable. Elias stopped typing. He took a slow breath, then swiveled his chair around to face me. He looked tired—really tired. The facade of the untouchable billionaire was slipping, revealing a man who looked haunted by his own choices. "You’re angry," he observed, as if he were discussing the weather. "I assume you’ve been standing outside this door for quite some time."

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The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

Together, they made a striking couple, capturing the attention of all the party guests. As Kay, the billionaire CEO, made a grand entrance, he exuded power and confidence. He wore a tailored charcoal gray tuxedo that fit him impeccably, showcasing his impeccable taste. The tuxedo jacket featured a subtle sheen, and he paired it with a crisp white dress shirt and a black silk bow tie. His patent leather shoes gleamed under the lights as he walked.

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”