Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

Not cruel. Not friendly either. Just assessing. “You should rest tonight, Miss Bennett,” he said evenly. “Tomorrow will be complicated.” Before she could respond, he disappeared again. Amara blinked. “How does he walk so quietly?” “Military background.” “That explains the serial killer energy.” The corner of Damien’s mouth twitched slightly. Tiny. Almost invisible. But it happened. Amara stared at him. Did Damien Blackwood almost smile? Impossible. The billionaire loosened his tie slowly before walking toward the kitchen area.

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

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

Agreed that Chloe deserved the nickname Medusa, because all she did was throw temper tantrums. The tapping sound of loafers echoed throughout the room. A Richard Smith had arrived with more than four bodyguards and several directors at his side. The wealthy man's bodyguards wore all black, while the directors were more varied, some wearing gray, white, and black suits but with different styles from the bodyguards. Richard Smith wore a gray custom suit whose price is unimaginable for someone who has to pay in installments for three years to buy a house. The loafers he wore were black with gray accents to match his outfit. The shop crew lined up on the right and left, welcoming the group of ri

I say and Liam hangs up. The next day I get up early to go shopping. I have to go gift shopping for my billionaire boss-friend. What could I get him that he doesn't already have? Literally after hours, I decided to get him a nice navy blue dress shirt and a cologne. Hopefully, the shirt will fit. Liam texted me that I have to reach Karter's house by 4:30 at most as Karter will be arriving at 5. So as soon as I get back from my shopping spree, I jump in the shower.

“But I’m honoured to finally introduce you to the man I’ve been keeping to myself, Dante Moreau.” Gasps. A glass shattered. Someone actually whispered holy shit. Because that name, that face, that man, wasn’t just rich. He was untouchable. Elusive. A billionaire ghost whose appearances were limited to boardrooms and court filings. No woman had ever been seen on his arm. No tabloid had ever caught him in a compromising photo. If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite.