Covert Billionaire Novels & Stories

"So he made up another story. You are still very naive Ashley. I thought you were changed, you became a powerful woman but you are still someone who can get fooled by anyone." Alex taunted me, I gritted my teeth and grabbed the flair of my gown. Initially, I felt pity for him but I realised some people deserve no mercy. "If you just came to congratulate me, then I will thank you. You can leave now." I said and started leaving the corridor. "Dylan Marcov, the tycoon of Markov Industries. Top-ranked billionaire in Forbes list. A major invisible shareholder of Weber group. Who bought 97 per cent of shares till now."

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.

Mark said as he draped his coat over her and she turned to look at him with hope in her eyes for the first time in a while. “Who is he?” She asked and he let out a sigh before leaning on the wall as she peeked outside. “Seth Valdez, the richest billionaire in Colorado, no, in the whole USA. He gave a hundred million dollars just like that, what do you think?” He asked and her eyes rounded in surprise as she stared at Mark with a hint of happiness in her expression. “Is he violent? Wicked? Mean?” She asked and when he remained silent, she sighed in despair as her excitement faded away. So he was just like the humans after all.

“Your scandal-ridden daughter won’t shake the deal. I’ve handled worse press.” Victor offered a thin smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He tapped his glass without drinking. “She’s not the problem,” he said smoothly. “The problem… is him.” “Him?” Victor leaned forward, clasping his hands. “Her driver. The new one.” The man scoffed. “You’re telling me your billion-dollar empire is threatened by a chauffeur?” Victor’s expression didn’t change. “He’s not just a chauffeur. I’ve watched people my whole life politicians, con men, CEOs. And this one… this Liam? He’s too clean. Too disciplined. Too invisible.”

“Not just safe. Part of everything.” “I want that too,” I replied. “No more stepping aside.” Evening brought Nathaniel to the penthouse. He looked tired but clear-eyed. “I transferred my personal shares to you, Vivienne. It’s the least I can do.” I accepted the documents. “Thank you for testifying. It mattered.” He hugged me awkwardly. “I love you. I failed before. Won’t again.” Roman stood nearby, watchful but not interfering. After Nathaniel left, he said, “He’s trying. That’s something.”

Talking to her always had that effect on him. It had been six years since they had met again at business school, and yet every conversation still left him feeling strangely warm inside. Daniel stood and walked toward the large window overlooking the glittering skyline. From the outside, his life looked perfect. Daniel Carter. The youngest billionaire in the city. The heir and current head of the Carter Conglomerate. Yet his name rarely appeared in the media. His face had never been published in the news. He preferred it that way. And most importantly…

“No wonder the media has been going insane all week.” I heard every single thing. Unfortunately for me, I also heard the shameless compliments. “She’s dangerously fine.” “That dress should honestly be illegal.” “If beauty could kill, this hall would already be a cemetery.” I almost rolled my eyes. Men truly had no shame. One older billionaire suddenly stepped into my path smiling proudly like he owned the earth itself. “Miss Laurent,” he said while stretching his hand toward me. “Richard Cole. It’s an honor finally meeting you.” I smiled politely and shook his hand lightly. “The honor is mine, sir.”

People leaned toward him without realizing it, conversations paused when he passed, investors laughed louder than the jokes deserved. He was more of a king in this place than what the news say he was. The hot playboy. The reckless billionaire. The man who couldn’t keep a woman for more than a month. Now suddenly? He was rebranding himself to be someone else. The devoted husband. Fake ass rich people. I sipped my champagne slowly and leaned closer to Dominic as another group approached, smiling sweetly while internally imagining how satisfying it would be to dropkick half the room. “You’re glaring,” Dominic murmured quietly without looking at me.

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.