Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

I asked asked again. "Why didn't tell me?"he says in a strained voice. "What are you talking about Dante? Talk to me"I asked confused and goes to touch him but he flinches as if I burnt him. What is happening! He turns to face me and I gasp at his appearance. His face is distraught,his eyes are blood shot and his shirt is disheveled,along with his undone tie. He throws his phone on the table and the content caught my eyes. BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS OF ANDERSON EMPIRE AND MUSICIAN TO BE MARRIED TO HER SWEET HEART.

Zayd Rahmani says. I glance at my—much to my irritation—so-called best friend. I haven’t seen him in months, yet here he is, sliding up to me like he owns the room. Billionaire, CEO, owner of one of the largest oil conglomerates on the planet. No doubt the richest man in every room he steps into. He’s ditched the suit jacket, wearing only a crisp white shirt, a few buttons undone. I glance back at Rhea. “I didn’t realize you thought I actually sent an invitation.”

The morning light bathed the Blake estate in a golden hue, painting warmth over marble floors and family portraits. The scent of freshly baked croissants lingered in the air, mingling with laughter and the soft clinking of coffee cups. Ethan Blake stood by the tall windows of his study, dressed in a crisp navy suit that framed his broad shoulders. His reflection on the glass showed not just a billionaire but a man transformed. Behind him, the mahogany desk held a single, important document—stamped with the Blake Industries seal.

He looked away. The gala venue was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, and golden lights bathed the room in a soft, dreamlike glow. Damian introduced her to a few of his acquaintances — Gregory Thorne, a luxury yacht mogul; Nadia Velasquez, CEO of a fashion empire; and Alden Ko, a real estate tycoon in Singapore. Eventually, Aria stepped away, giving him room to talk business. She wandered with a glass of champagne in hand, observing the opulence.

The kind of presence that bent attention without trying. Tall. Black tailored suit. Dark hair slightly damp from the rain outside. Sharp grey eyes scanning the room with detached disinterest. Everything about him looked expensive. Controlled. Dangerous. Women stared. Men straightened. One older businessman nearly abandoned his conversation mid-sentence just to shake his hand. Damien barely acknowledged any of them. He moved through the ballroom like someone entirely accustomed to power. Amara looked away quickly. Men like him belonged to another universe entirely. The billionaire paused near the center of the room while several executives gathered around him immediately. Their nervous laught

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."

They still flirted because I was the Mykel fucking Creed. “So, you’re Mykel Creed? The billionaire.” “As of this moment, yes. I’m still a billionaire.” I sat across him. “I have an offer.” “What kind of offer?” he replied instantly. Excitement was all over his ugly face. “Wait. Let me ask you first, do you know a woman named Lyra Marquez?” He snorted. “What did that bitch do this time? Can you believe she said I knocked her up? I mean, yeah, I was her first, but because she was into me, so I fucked her.”

And my wages wouldn’t be enough to pay for it. His eyes narrowed, one hand slipping into his pocket. Then someone called him from behind. “Hello Xavier Blackwood!” He turned back and waved briefly. Immediately My mind froze. Xavier Blackwood? The name was a popular, legendary whispered with power and money. A ruthless billionaire known for his icy demeanor and iron grip on his family empire. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The clash was too shocking and surprising.

“You will get used to it.” “Will I?” she whispered. He didn’t answer. --- That evening, she sat on the edge of a massive bed, staring at the marriage certificate lying on the bedside table. Her name beside his. She pressed her face into her hands. What have I done? The door pushed open. Adrian entered, suit jacket gone, towel tie loosened around his waist.He looked less like a billionaire now, more like a man, hidden in shadow. “You will move your things here tomorrow,” he said. “I will send someone to collect them.”

she further said "If you don't want to give yourself a headache, don't read the comments" she added "And Mom and Dad, did they find out about this?" I asked almost in tears "Sadly yes, no body would miss the headline Billionaire Saul Madison's wedding ruined by unknown black woman claiming to be his baby mama" l wished the grounds would open and swallow me that very moment, l didn't claim anything, l had even Made it Clear it was a total misunderstanding. "Oh my gosh, this is very bad" l said in a whisper