Covert Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

"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.”