Covert Billionaire Novels & Stories

A sudden wave of desire washed over him. Damn it! What is wrong with me? He denied the image's effect on his senses, then blinked his eyes hard and looked at the portrait again. Her hair was as dark as night, long and wavy that fell in graceful curves to her waist. She was wearing a set of diamond earrings and a crucifix necklace that settled between her firm breasts. She looked like an innocent princess from a fairy tale movie. Her mouth twisted unpleasantly. This image was a hoax. Everyone knew she wasn't innocent. Camila Cavalcanti was reckless, a spoiled brat, a socialite. She was lucky to be the sole heir of billionaire Fernando Cavalcanti, who was the biggest agribusiness exporter in B

I trailed off, hoping I sounded breathless and besotted instead of utterly terrified. Kevin’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He slowly sank into the chair behind his desk, still staring at me. “You’re telling me,” he said slowly, “that you, Emily Carter, went in for an interview with the most reclusive billionaire on the planet… and seduced him?” I winced. “I wouldn’t say seduced—” “You are even calling him by his first name, Emily. Didn’t you notice?” He pointed out, making me shut my mouth. “Same thing with that other billionaire.”

"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."

She was still as shameless as before. “ Everyone wants to hear what really happened that day,” Mike told her. “ Fine. When I realized that I got the opportunity to work closely with Mr. President, I realized that if I managed to seduce him and get him to like me, I wouldn't worry about having money. I always wondered how it would be if I suddenly turned from secretary to billionaire’s wife, it seems like a script cut out from a movie right? But I wanted it all, the money, the status, his body, everything,” she had no sort of remorse about her behavior.

he finished. Picking up a brown envelope from beside him he handed it over to Valerie to open revealing a document inside . “This is a little gift from me to you, take it as compensation for all the birthdays I've missed and there's a little something for Carmen as well”. Valerie gasped “this is transfer of ownership of luxe group to me! Luxe Group is the highest-grossing company in new York how is this even possible ?”.Valerie couldn't believe it. Theodore urged her to open the second folder and when Valerie opened it she saw that Theodore has made transfer of shares of armani group to her and Carmen as well

A murmur rippled through the crowd, shocked whispers spreading like wildfire. “A hundred million? Did he just say a hundred million?” one guest gasped, her hand clutching her pearls. “No way,” another man muttered under his breath, disbelief etched on his face. “Where’s he getting that kind of money?” "Who the hell is this guy?" whispered another voice. "He's willing to pay that much to save the Lelands?" Maria, standing behind Rene, could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She didn’t know Gunnar well, but the sheer amount of money he was offering made her stomach twist with both fear and uncertainty. This was a game far bigger than she’d realized.

There were a thousand things that could go wrong. To occupy my time and divert my attention from the situation, I opted to look through one of the magazines nearby. I chose the one titled America's Most Eligible Billionaires, and you would never guess who appeared on both the cover and the center spread. It's none other than Mr. Maximilian McTavish.

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.

The Center of the Room Everyone was smiling except me. I was the only one who didn’t know my marriage was about to end. Today, Adrian Cole stood at the very peak of a story the country still whispered about in disbelief. At thirty-four, Adrian Cole was the youngest and richest businessman in the nation. A man whose name alone tilted stock markets and silenced boardrooms. A man who rebuilt a collapsing empire in record time, emerging sharper, colder, and more powerful than anyone expected. He was admired. Feared. Mythologized.

I wasn't the man I used to be, but I wasn't a beggar either. My father thought he had stripped me of everything when Rachelle took the majority stake in Santoro Global. He was wrong. A Santoro always has a "Plan B," and mine was a private equity fund in the Cayman Islands that even the International Crime Commission couldn't touch. I was still a billionaire, but now I was a ghost billionaire. A king without a public throne.