Covert Billionaire Novels & Stories

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

"So the deal is safe?" Adrian finally turned, and for a fleeting second, the cold mask of the billionaire softened into something darker, more proprietary. "Safe? It’s a landslide. They saw a man who had everything—wealth that rivals small nations—finally find something he refused to let go of. For people who value blood and family, that was the ultimate green light." He walked toward the bed, his presence filling the room until the air felt heavy. Adrian was a man whose personal net worth was already measured in eleven figures. He owned shipping fleets, telecommunication giants, and entire city blocks. But this deal... this was different.

She needed a second chance. He needed a fake fiancée. A ninety-day contract was supposed to solve all their problems—until stolen kisses felt real, a fake engagement became a forced marriage, and betrayal threatened to destroy everything they had built. In a world where love is the biggest gamble, will they walk away when the contract ends, or fight for a forever neither of them expected?

The coffee shop was so silent you could hear the rain and the milk frother hissing. Rose stared at Leo, her grey eyes - her father's eyes - wide, hurt, betrayed. "Leo? Is... is that true? Are you... are you a billionaire? A liar billionaire? Like my dad?" Leo, heir to £90B, poor coffee boy, liar billionaire 2.0, took off his brown contact lenses, revealing his real blue eyes, Ashford blue, and whispered:

Good name attracts good people. The paparazzi were everywhere the next minute. I had no idea how they knew I was going to be there. I haven't been on television for 6 months. I occasionally do TV shows to promote the product we were working on. This must be a good sign. I have my fans. I am a popular multi-billionaire. I was not surprised at all but this is a private affair. I wasn't about to tell everyone I planned on having a surrogate. I mean what could be a better option? Choosing from my numerous girlfriends who had eyes for my wealth?Hell no. I needed a safe place to have a conversation and the cake shop was too crowded for that. I signaled my assistant to dismiss the paparazzi and I b

“You don’t know who he is, do you?” “Of course I do! It said on the sheet. He’s like a finance guy or something.” “Cole, he’s a big deal and famously unapproachable. He’s the second youngest self-made billionaire on the Forbes list. He’s been on the cover of TIME and everything.” “Well, y’know, so’s Donald Trump.” “And,” Harper added resignedly, “he’s really hot.” Ah. That was more like it. Cole put down the wine bottle and reached for her laptop.

Helicopters didn't belong here. Neither did billionaires. But as a tall figure emerged from the aircraft, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the coastal wind, Maya felt ice crystallize in her veins. She knew that silhouette. Everyone in America knew that silhouette. Damien Cross. Tech mogul. Venture capitalist. The man whose face graced the cover of Forbes with alarming regularity, whose companies had revolutionized everything from social media to artificial intelligence. The man who, according to last month's tabloids, had just closed a deal worth eight hundred million dollars before breakfast.

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

“Tristan Cole Hoult! That’s who you’re married to?” “No fucking way!” Aimee howls, jumping to her feet and snatches the card from Jo. “I knew I recognised him! Oh my god. Shay, do you have any idea who this guy is?” I shrug and shake my head, staring at the both of them in bemusement. “No, am I supposed to?” “Um, yes!” They both shout together startling me. “You of all people should know, Shayla! He’s a renowned architect and the man is also a billionaire! He’s the hottest and most sought after CEO in the country. Look, this is him, right?” She shows me a photo on her phone, and I nod.