Entangled With The Billionaire Novels & Stories

"And you trust that there are people in this city who want to protect what's good, even if they have to work outside the law to do it." "People like the Sentinel." "People like the Sentinel," he agreed. Elena studied him, this billionaire philanthropist with his scarred forearms and his exhausted eyes and his knowledge of things he shouldn't know. And she wondered, not for the first time, what secrets lived behind that carefully constructed facade. "There's more you're not telling me," she said. "There always is." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "The question is whether you want to know." Before Elena could answer, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and his entire demeanor changed.

The door wasn't locked so she could see everything through the not so wide opened space as she stopped in her tracks. A man was lying in his pool of blood as some other men stood distinctly in the room. Among these men was the CEO of Hamilton multinational group of companies, Xander Hamilton. A mysterious billionaire who appeared to take the upper hand in the business world six years ago and also a rival to so many businesses in America, not excluding her husband's. Xander was sitting on a black couch with his legs crossed against each other. He seemed unmoved by what he had just done as he tossed the gun in the nearby table. A loud gasp escaped Matilda's lips, and it only alerted the men in

"The market billionaires are already queueing by the reception corridor, desperate to link their private bank accounts to our new corporate ledger before Monday morning." Penelope set her teacup down with a soft, clean click, her gaze shifting slightly to look at Travis’s sharp, aristocratic profile. He didn't look at the corporate numbers on her sheet. He didn't care about the multi-billion dollar monopoly they had just locked down before the global elders. He slowly turned his face toward her, his piercing silver eyes wide, filled with an intense, obsessive devotion and a ragged, quiet gratitude that she was allowing him to share this path.

he tried again, not wanting her to leave his territory. "Cute but your money doesn't appeal to me because, news flash, I have my own. You don't need to play sexy billionaire with me" "Sexy billionaire?" He raised his eyebrow at her choice of words "Yeah. Haven't you read one of those cliche billionaire books? A rich guy..." He tuned her out. Linking Elliot and asking him to follow them. One could never be too careful "Are you listening?" "Yes love and no. I don't have time to read such books"

He was never the party type all that mattered to him was the company he was running, his mental health and being a successful philanthropic person who did great things for people but decided to remain anonymous since he didn't want so much of the spotlight on him as most billionaires would want he followed the rules to the later and never for once thought because he was rich he could oppress people with his wealth. _____ The moment he entered the house was when Alexa was done with Topaz and his breath got hitched in his throat as he could not understand what and who he was starting at. She was heavily endowed with beauty and her dimples didn't make it any easier as she smiled an unwavering s

So far we've intercepted some pretty explosive intelligence between him and some of the other high players involved but I wanted it all, wanted them all. My guys were chomping at the bit to blow his head off but I'm not sure that's the way I wanted to go just yet. I want this bastard to suffer, I want his name dragged through the mud until there wasn't a place left on earth where he wasn't known for the monster he is. Him and whoever was a part of this sick twisted fuck enterprise. "Your heart's beating really fast Gideon, are you okay?" She ran her hand soothingly over my chest making me smile.

She seems genuinely kind, unlike many other rich girls I’ve encountered. She looked familiar when we were introduced, so I did a quick internet search and found out that her family is loaded. Her mother, Luna Mendez, owns LuMé, one of the world's largest fashion houses, and Marcella will succeed her mother as the CEO of the company. Her father is also big in the film industry with a staggering net worth, and her cousins are the Mendez twins, known for their family name and expensive taste. There are rumors that they have ties to the Mafia, but it's never been confirmed.

Ahmed had an untapped reach, one the Smith lot could only dream about. She smiled warmly at the twenty-four-year-old billionaire who touched her hand at any opportunity he got. The dealer pulled out another card for Ahmed and Catherine as they both made the hand signal. He took the opportunity to touch her palm again, sizing her up slowly. The fourth round ended with him as the winner. Catherine stood up to get a drink. “Wait,” Ahmed motioned towards Catherine. The deck was silent for a while. Rachel tapped her father, who had already seen clearly what took place.

She said and we all nodded. "Have you look into the his profile,You know that to make an advert for his company, we need to show him that we know more about him"She said to Gracie. "Well I did try to check him up on line but nothing came, all we know is that he is a rich billionaire and nothing more, It's like he wants to keep his life a mystery" Gracie replied. "You are not doing your work properly Gracie,I had told you to find out some thing about him!"she yelled at her

They spoke in hushed tones, their words carrying a weight of power and manipulation. I gripped Adrian's hand, seeking solace and strength in his touch. The weight of the task ahead felt both daunting and exhilarating. We were about to confront the very individuals who had orchestrated our trials, the puppeteers who had pulled the strings of our lives. As we listened intently, a name caught our attention—Maxwell Sterling, a billionaire philanthropist known for his benevolent façade. But beneath the surface, rumors circulated of his involvement in the secret society that held us captive.