Covert Billionaire Novels & Stories

Every day I was tempted to turn on my phone, but, I was scared I would find his messages telling me the truth. I was scared he would say the truth on my face that he was in a bet and he didn't regret it. That's why I couldn't bring myself to turn the phone on. He was after all Mister CO. I googled him and the businesses he owned, he was insanely rich at his age. Being 30 years old and a billionaire was something huge. He was even richer than his father. What baffled me was to realize his businesses were all clean. I adored the part where he had an entertainment organization with respect to his sister.

Valentino chose to ignore the message from the stranger and now that in the morning he started dressing up as himself and getting rid of all things to do with his disguise. He was Valentino Araya, a billionaire who chose to hide his identity from everyone. He was the hidden billionaire who had enormous wealth and would not run out in seven generations though. His wealth not only came from the inheritance of his father, but also he had become a billionaire before while still living in England. He owned some pretty big and very successful companies there. His name was widely known in England but very few people know his true face. In the country where he lived, everyone knew him as Valentino M

Her naiveness is like a balm to my soul, a respite in this harsh world I have found myself. I am the CEO and founder of Rob & Co. International. My company oversees tearing down multimillion-dollar companies and establishments into smaller parts and selling them to the highest bidder, but our specialty is hostile takeovers. I have met all manner and species of human beings, from the vilest to the most docile. I have had more brushes with death than I can count. After 20 years of being in this business, the world calls me a billionaire, but I feel like I have seen it all and it has gotten old fast.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

I rose to my feet, staring blankly at Roshan. His gaze never wavered from mine—silent and unwavering. I turned around, about to take my leave— “Here’s my card if you change your mind,” he said, tossing his business card toward me. Then he stood up and left. It was his attitude for me. Of course, he had to act like the billionaire he was. One part of me wanted to take the card, but the other stood firm on walking away. The crazy part of it all? I was carrying his child.

Some people sitting on the sofas turned to look at him as he entered. He moved through the bustling club with an air of superiority. This is what happened the first time he brought me out of here. A head-turning billionaire, pretending to be good in the public eye. A narcissistic billionaire who carefully protects his image and reputation. He knows he's in control here. He makes people believe he's a good person by sprinkling and feeding them believable lies in his magazines, saying he supports and donates money to charity, and even has an orphanage at his house.

I covered my forehead with my palm waiting for the goddamned music being played to fvcking end! The car moves forward a bit and stopped again. It is really going to be a long night. "Well, damnit,my speaker developed a cold feet but we got a new one in! How about we flip the pages now? Winslow Miguel! Yea,yea,we can hear your screams,our dear listeners. Who is WM? He's the first billionaire on the list which has been updated thrice in this week,but guess what?! He is still topping it! He is really like the toppings on cake that never changes!

SAYS RIVAL TYCOON ALEXANDER VANCE. The article detailed a hostile takeover bid for Louis’s recently acquired chain of luxury resorts in Singapore and Bali. Alexander Vance was a newer, hungrier breed of billionaire—younger than Louis, with a reputation for dismantling “old-world” empires with digital-age ruthlessness and a gleeful disregard for reputation. He was a shark who enjoyed chumming the water.

"I never lied. I never knew who you were." "So you claim." His voice got quieter, more dangerous. "Here's what's going to happen, Ava. You're going to sign that agreement, or I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to prove you're an unfit mother. I'll have investigators crawl through every day of your life. I'll have child services examine every corner of that pathetic apartment you call home." "You can't just take him from me." "Can't I?" His laugh was bitter. "I'm a billionaire, Ava. I own half this city. If I want something done, it gets done."

Knox murmured, his voice sending a delicious vibration through the line. "What man in his right mind would throw away the very anchor keeping his ship afloat?" I squeezed the phone tight, my heart hammering against my ribs. On the other side of this line was arguably the most powerful, dangerous billionaire in the country. Knox Hartley. A man whose name was synonymous with ruthless dominance. For what it was worth, his heavy compliment was like a light balm to the wounds my self-esteem had endured over the last decade. "Don't worry," I said, propping my laptop over my knees and opening the file containing Finn’s mismanaged portfolio data.