Covert Billionaire Novels & Stories

“They sold the debt.” “To whom?” Her father looked at her. Maya already knew she was not going to like the answer. “Adrian Cole.” The name made the room feel colder. Maya had heard of him. Everyone had. Adrian Cole was the CEO of Cole Holdings, one of the youngest billionaires in the country. His company owned hotels, banks, property companies, and several smaller businesses that had once belonged to people who could no longer pay what they owed. He had a reputation for being ruthless. If Adrian Cole wanted something, he took it. Maya stared at her father. “You sold the debt to Adrian Cole?”

He wasn't smiling, but still managed to look so hot and handsome. "Yes, why do you have his photo as your wallpaper? Who is he?" Grace frowned. "That's what I was explaining yesterday. This hot specimen is our new CEO, Enrique Black. He is a billionaire and has so much money, that he doesn't know what to do with it. His family, the Blacks, they come from old money. Their family heritage can be traced back to six generations of riches. He has a supermodel younger sister, Sophia and his ex is the supermodel, Margot Prescott. He is also a celebrity chef, he is the host of Cook Your Feelings Out. He—"

Liam slowly opened his eyes, scanning his surroundings before looking up at his captors. "You won't get away with this," Liam's voice trailed off, eliciting laughter from the boss, despite his face being concealed. "Oh, Liam Scott, the self-made billionaire who has everything in life - a mansion, cars, companies, wealth, fame," the boss began, pacing around Liam. "But there is one thing Liam Scott doesn't have," the boss said, making Liam frown. "Can anyone tell me what Liam Scott doesn't have?" He asked his men, who glanced at each other nervously.

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

Claus slammed his fist on his penthouse counter, frustration boiling over. "Tyla, I told you I'd send the money as soon as I can," he said, his voice firm. Tyla's eyes flashed, her voice sharp. "You've been saying that for weeks. I need it now." Claus sighed. "My Ryman and Clearview enterprises are facing financial issues. Be patient." Tyla crossed her arms. "You have money in your personal account. Don't lie to me."

To somehow make a difference and make their time on earth worth it. I don’t know how but this feels like the first step to that. The first step to my life being truly mine. Not my parent’s, not my husband’s, not even my child’s… but mine. Cole walks ahead exuding his billionaire CEO power. He’s managed to go from scruffy no-sleep to sharp, clean-shaven mogul in minutes. His on-call entourage always ready to step in and fix things for him. His influence and money make impossible things happen in the click of his fingers.

"But was it those people you wanted to protect me before?” "Of them and the countless businessmen who hate me for being a boy son of a drug addict who has come somewhere in her life," I explained in a calm tone. "When I started to undertake, it was Elide who helped me. She had inherited a fortune from her husband and some companies. She sold me one, and I made the business prosper. But, on the other hand, I found many men years ago in the same environment, who started in a less privileged way. For a long time, I had to deal with cheating and sabotage inside my own office. I was harmed several times, I had very large losses in monetary value. In the end, my competence bothered a lot of people

She had run cold from all his sugar coated talks. Clarke had been engulfed with euphoria that Rachel was leaving him to enjoy his youthful exuberance to the fullest. He had pretended as though he would miss his wife just so that Rachel might feel the energy through the phone and think all was well with her husband. “....an unholy opportunity to insert your penis in everything that wore a skirt” Rachel grumbled to herself as she cuts the call, flings the phone violently,not minding if it gets shattered. She is a billionaire.....duhhhh....replacing phones should be a minute job.

He was never the party type all that mattered to him was the company he was running, his mental health and being a successful philanthropic person who did great things for people but decided to remain anonymous since he didn't want so much of the spotlight on him as most billionaires would want he followed the rules to the later and never for once thought because he was rich he could oppress people with his wealth. _____ The moment he entered the house was when Alexa was done with Topaz and his breath got hitched in his throat as he could not understand what and who he was starting at. She was heavily endowed with beauty and her dimples didn't make it any easier as she smiled an unwavering s