Covert Billionaire Novels & Stories

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

I whispered as I turned back to the table. "They're the Royal elites of Lakeview Academy. They are the richest people in America. You see the guy in the center with the dark brown hair and grey eyes? He's Elijah Easton, the sole heir of Eastons Designs. Next to him on his right is Jaxon Walters and his twin Aspen Walters. Finally we have Austin Cooper." Lena answered my question with a dreamy gaze towards Austin.

He smiled wickedly, Nathan even felt that his friend became scary for a while, he exudes a cold and ruthless aura when he flashed that expression. Marcus didn't answer him but fished out his phone and dialed a number, not even twice second, the call was connected. "What can I do for you, young master?" Darwin greeted. Nathan cannot utter a word in shock, this voice.. It's Darwin Charles'! the richest man in Kingston, who recently was rumored to be a left hand only to the rolls royce master. Could it be? "Destroy Henessy Damer's Family, I want them bankrupt before the sun rises." The cold and authoritative voice were enough to sent shivers to Nathan's spine.

Charles Miles, a shrewd businessman known for his ruthless tactics, saw Andrea as a potential asset in salvaging the family fortune. Desperate to secure a merger that would inject much-needed capital into the Miles Corporation, Charles devised a strategic alliance with the Zaveri family—a powerhouse in the wine industry. The Zaveris were renowned for their exquisite vineyards and lucrative wine business, making them an ideal partner to bail out the struggling Miles Corporation.

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

"No, keep it under wraps for now." Peter shifted in his chair, adjusting his rumpled suit. While he wasn't a billionaire himself, he possessed an acute understanding of how things worked, having worked alongside me and interacted with other wealthy individuals. My fortune exceeded any reasonable spending capacity. Crescent Corporation had evolved into one of the largest conglomerates globally, with business holdings spanning nearly every country on Earth. I had amassed billions of dollars and possessed the power to purchase nearly anything or anyone I desired. Nevertheless, I remained vigilant, unwilling to ignore even the slightest chance of losing what I had diligently built. When I initia

He was very handsome, in that cold, untouchable way—like one of those fancy statues in museums. “Lennox Hart,” she said. “CEO of Hart Enterprises. Thirty years old. Billionaire. Tech genius. Widower. Has a daughter.” I looked at the screen. “Let me guess—he's selling state secrets? Laundering money? Has a hidden bunker filled with stolen artwork?” “Worse,” Shadowbird said with a straight face. “He’s building high-tech weapons and selling them to whoever pays the most—foreign governments, terrorist groups, anyone.” I gave a low whistle. “That’s a big claim for a guy who’s basically America's most eligible bachelor.”

She looks me dead in the eye, unblinking. “Girl, he’s only the CEO of Rowe Global, the luxury real estate empire that literally owns half the Upper East Side. He’s richer than God and twice as pretty. And didn’t he date that actress? The one with the weird eyebrows?” “Oh my god,” Callie gasps, slapping the table. “And you were in his penthouse?! Like, the actual penthouse that was on the cover of LuxeLife?” “I knew he was really rich, but a billionaire??” I mumble into my croissant, fully mortified.