Black Tie Billionaire Novels & Stories

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

I stood up and walked closer to the TV. "The Italian-American billionaire, who died over the weekend at the age of sixty-three, was famous for his charisma, his cutthroat business policies, and for being allegedly involved in illegal business—and for his personal life, which was treated as tabloid fodder." My mouth slightly parted as I saw him dressed in all black, his men were all around him, they walked into the church, and I could only see his back. The cameras were being shoved in his face but his body language screamed that he was the least bit bothered by all of it.

He'd only agreed to leave with me because I'd been so explicit about wanting sex. And then, well the stupid remark about wanting to satisfy my cravings, and then he'd gotten that phone call and I'd run away and… Oh God. "Maybe..." I tried to think of an explanation. "Maybe he's just being polite? Maybe he told your dad he'd do one more date just to be nice?" "NICE?" Taraji's head snapped up. "Kesley, the man is a billionaire CEO. He doesn't do things to be nice. He specifically requested Wednesday. He told my father he found me 'refreshingly different.'"

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

I looked composed, formidable, and entirely untouchable. Behind me, the door swung open, and Tyler walked in. I caught his reflection in the mirror, and for a second, my breath hit a wall. He was wearing his midnight-blue three-piece suit, custom-tailored to accommodate the massive breadth of his chest and broad shoulders. A crisp white dress shirt and a dark silk tie completed the look. He looked like the absolute embodiment of corporate dominance—a billionaire who owned the ground everyone else walked on. Tyler stopped behind me, his dark eyes meeting mine in the mirror's reflection. He didn't say a word for a long moment, his gaze sweeping down the length of my cream suit before settling

She was starting to feel nervous. “Go on?” He prompted impatiently. He was dressed casually, not something you'd expect from a CEO on a Monday, but he looked hot! Killian was probably the most stunning, young billionaire alive. He was wearing a branded, black LV shirt and pants, with matching black, Nike sneakers. An expensive-looking, long black coat lay on the back of the chair he had been sitting on, completing the lovely all-black look. Plus his curly, black hair fell slightly across his face, blending in perfectly with his outfit.

Jackson was wearing a black tux, under it he was wearing a white shirt and did a bow tie. Ella was wearing a black frock and pearl necklace, she was wearing a tiara and her hair was pulled up in a bun, she doesn't like to keep her hair down like me, because its irritating when it comes in front of our eyes and we have to put them behind. I was too wearing black, a black ball gown, it had spaghetti straps and showed my curves perfectly. They both were even wearing their shades. They were totally obsessed with it. "Why are you guys wearing your shades when it's an evening party?" I asked them.

Adrian Blackwell. His name has been lingering in the back of my mind ever since that first time I heard it, that first whisper of his presence among the other crew members. It’s impossible to ignore someone like him. A billionaire, famous for his cold demeanor, his reclusive lifestyle. But there’s a side to him that I haven’t been able to understand, a quiet sadness that seems to hang over him like a dark cloud.

I couldn't believe what I saw. I was on the front page of a newspaper and the headline said. "Has the Billionaire Oil Prince found his princess?" "What the hell? " I said. "Look at this one..." She gave me another paper, I was also on the cover. I read the first few lines. "As usual the Blake's didn't disappoint in throwing yet another successful charity event where the rich and famous came to support the event, even we must admit that the highlight of the event was the Billionaire son of the oil Mogul Tristan Blake's who donates a whopping million dollars for a date with one woman, whom we are yet to find out who it was..." I stopped reading.

right when a title filled the screen. The billionaire's next conquest? The screen went back to the studio in a close up to one of the hosts, which made reading her lips much easier. "The Brownings are famous for keeping a low profile. The young heir even more so than the rest of his family. The billionaire who was known for his diversified and flashy flames, which very rarely lasted, ranging from tall blonde models to red headed actresses. His love life has been a secret to the press. But very recently, there were numerous rumours about his relationship with an unknown brunette who looks very different from his previous partners. The woman's identity is still unknown, but sources say that sh