Covert Billionaire Novels & Stories

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.

He looked away. The gala venue was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, and golden lights bathed the room in a soft, dreamlike glow. Damian introduced her to a few of his acquaintances — Gregory Thorne, a luxury yacht mogul; Nadia Velasquez, CEO of a fashion empire; and Alden Ko, a real estate tycoon in Singapore. Eventually, Aria stepped away, giving him room to talk business. She wandered with a glass of champagne in hand, observing the opulence.

Tonight was the Bennett Foundation Gala five hundred of New York's elite crammed into the Plaza, writing checks they'd never miss to causes they would never think about again. And he would be there. Dante Russo. My chest tightened just thinking his name. I'd seen his face in Forbes, in the Wall Street Journal, on the covers of magazines that treated him like some kind of king. CEO. Philanthropist. Self-made billionaire. They had no idea what he really was. What we really were. I turned from the window and picked up my clutch it was small and expensive, containing nothing but lipstick, a fake ID, and the kind of courage that only comes from having nothing left to lose.

I've just booked a restaurant for my seventh wedding anniversary with my wife, Melanie Rowland, when several lines of text suddenly appear across my vision. "Would you like to take part in a loyalty test? "We'll randomly give your wife a system. If she tells you about it, you win, and the two of you will receive one million dollars." After seven years of marriage, I have no doubt Melanie loves me. As far as I'm concerned, that million dollars is already in the bag. Still, I'm curious enough to ask one question. "What if we lose?" "If you lose, it proves your marriage has failed. In return, you'll receive a mystery prize big enough to let you start your life over. "The price of partici

And my wages wouldn’t be enough to pay for it. His eyes narrowed, one hand slipping into his pocket. Then someone called him from behind. “Hello Xavier Blackwood!” He turned back and waved briefly. Immediately My mind froze. Xavier Blackwood? The name was a popular, legendary whispered with power and money. A ruthless billionaire known for his icy demeanor and iron grip on his family empire. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The clash was too shocking and surprising.

"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.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.