Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

Karen reassures me. I smile, grateful for her encouragement. "Thanks, Karen. You always know how to boost my confidence." As I hang up with Karen, my phone buzzes again, and this time it's Sapphire, my other best friend. "Hey, Ava! I heard you're meeting the infamous Ethan Blackwood today. Exciting!" Sapphire's bubbly voice echoes through the phone. I chuckle. "Oh, you know how they say he is too, huh?" "Of course, honey. The man's got a reputation as cold as an iceberg, but you know what they say — don't judge a billionaire by his bank account," she jokes.

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

His black hair was always slightly messy, like he didn’t have time to care—and somehow, that made him more dangerous. He was a billionaire by blood and grit, not birth. His past was a locked box, but rumor had it he’d clawed his way out of hell and built a tech empire with nothing but genius and rage. He didn’t beg. He didn’t kneel. Until tonight. They called him The Silent Storm.

Just tall enough that most people would need to tilt their heads slightly to meet his gaze. He’s also got dark hair which looks perfectly styled for tonight’s black tie event and that suit…. Looks like Armani, expensive and also custom made for his size and those eyes. Those dark eyes that looks not just unreadable but intense, most billionaires were easy to read because some of them were either egotistical fools, or rich smart fools who thinks the world revolves around them. And have met all kinds tonight well except for him. He’s also got the kind of face that looks more like a supermodel than just a causal billionaire CEO, with his perfectly carved sharp jaw and straight pointed nose that

"But what meetings does he attend here? Thought the wine press at my town was destroyed. Does he have a company here?" Sara nodded. "He does." Bethany wondered how rich he was cause he isn't being recognized by the media and no one talks about him. Infact, he is just like an ordinary man who had nothing whereas he owns big industries. "He is a silent billionaire I see." Sara lifted the corners of her lips into a smile, "Yes you are right. A billionaire who hates to be recognized so he makes sure to keep hidden what he does secret, leaving the world to wonder who does it."

“It’s not a big deal, Tara.” “Yes, it is! It’s the first time I witnessed my friend have an interest in a man! How could it be not a big deal?” Tara said hysterically. I just shrugged my head. “Think what you want to think. I’m not interested. Final.” After saying that to Tara, I swiftly looked back at the front, staring at the laptop’s screen. I didn’t doubt what Zygo said two days ago that he is one of Tranquil’s billionaires. From the beginning, I knew he was a tycoon and had been rolling in money because no one else could enter ZF Hotel, but those people qualified as Elites.

"You look amazing in that dress." "It's so casual." "This isn't some fancy book launch dinner, it's dinner with friends." Standing, Addie grabbed her arm. "Come on, we're already late." The truth was Blake did look great, she was dressed in a blue dress, tied with a white sash around her middle, and white sandals. "We want the staff to think we're fooling around, not Donna." Blake stared at her in shock. "She won't think that!" "She might if we take much longer. And what would she think of me then, taking advantage of you on the first day?" Addie laughed when Blake paled. "I'm kidding, but we are late."

She sat up and roamed her eyes around the living room. Matthias house was a modern mansion which billionaires like him typically lives in. Amber thought it was too big for a single man to live in. The walls were painted white but most of the pieces of furniture were color black. There was also a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the living area and a white grand piano placed on a corner. "He doesn't even have any picture frames around here or any paintings that would show his family," Amber whispered while walking around the living area like a thief trying to find something she could steal.

It was a live video transmission routing directly from a private, ultra-exclusive penthouse suite in the heart of the city. A sleek, impeccably tailored billionaire—a rival tycoon who had been quietly backing her father's offshore debts from the shadows—appeared on the screen. He held a glass of dark scotch, his expression entirely cold as he looked directly at Vivian's soot-stained form through the camera link.

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.