Ethan Grayson Billionaire Novels & Stories

Let's see… I gasped and immediately sat on the bed with a shocked expression plastered on my face when information about him popped up on the screen. ‘Terrence H. Gray, 29. Born on February 2, 1995. Single. President of Empire Gray…' My jaws literally dropped because of the information I gathered. I married the wrong guy but this guy could help me. He's even wealthier than Mr. Jones and my own family. He's a freaking billionaire. I cupped my mouth and stared at the screen of my phone. "Good heavens!" Is this a blessing in disguise?

he praise me. "Thank you," I answered. "You really take my advice, Erika. That newly bought dress suits you perfectly and I must say it was made just for you because it really show your curves," he muttered. Hold on, how did he know I just bought this? "Confused? You use my black card and my phone sending me notification whenever my wife bought something." I almost forgot that part. Why I didn't thought of that? He's a mafia boss and wait there's more, Grayson is also a one of the youngest billionaire in town. Which means he could track every single purchase I've made.

No Grayson would be worth far more alive to that bitch, at least right now anyway. Grayson himself had mentioned that Courtney had married him to get her hands on his money. Amber had assumed that Courtney probably already had a trust fund with lots of zero’s. The Van Tessin’s were worth over a billion themselves. But it was never enough. That greedy bitch wanted more and more no doubt. Just what did the export heiress have on the billionaire anyway? What dirty little secret? Was it Amber? His disease? Or something else sordid? Amber left her thoughts behind as she watched Leo try to call Grayson. Right to voicemail, not even a solitary ring.

I just wanted to protect my sister from being hurt by his ruthless approach to the situation. ‘It’s obvious Ethan’s been taken in by her act of doe-eyed innocence,’ Grayson said, moving away from the sofa. He opened and closed his hands as if trying to release some tension. ‘He’s not mentioned a word to me about dating anyone and now suddenly he’s freaking engaged? She must have made him promise to keep it a secret.’

“You may not know this, since you do not watch movies much, but Ethan is a very capable man. He has won three Best Screenwriter awards for three consecutive years, and also a Best Actor award in the movie industry.” Winter looked at Grace as she spoke, her tone full of pride. “Wow, he is so talented. Good choice, Emily,” Grace said as she took another look at Ethan. She did not mean anything by it, but Emily and Winter immediately felt that she was jealous and wished he belonged to her daughter. The smile on Winter’s face grew even wider. “He is also the only son of the wealthy Cole family. Their family business is even bigger than our Greenwood family’s.” She paused for a moment, then added

“Others enjoy sleeping like guests.” Guests. I close my eyes. I was once a man who booked flights without checking prices. A man whose mornings started with meetings and assistants and decisions that affected hundreds of people. I used to wear watches worth more than this entire house. Now I am a guest. A burden. A man is measured by how much electricity he uses. Thandeka shifts slightly on the bed. For a moment, hope flickers in my chest — maybe she’ll turn, maybe she’ll say something, maybe she’ll defend me.

I stood outside the courthouse, inhaling the fresh air of being single. “You are finally a free woman,” Laura said, smiling. Just then, my phone beeped, and I looked at the message. It was from my dad. “Come straight home. Mr Steve Greyson, the CEO of Grey Empire, seeks to speak to you.” Steve Greyson? The same man who had made the headlines several times for bringing a trend in the fashion world. Why would the most feared and ruthless billionaire in New York City be at my house, seeking to speak to me?

Mia said as Grayson set the children down. They left the building after Grayson made a promise to take Daniella for princess shopping. Silence settled over the room again, but this time, it wasn’t heavy with pain—it was filled with the possibility of healing. After a moment, Grayson cleared his throat. “I’ve decided to retire, Ethan.” Ethan’s brows lifted in surprise. “What?” Grayson nodded. "I built maverick Enterprises for my family, but along the way, I forgot what mattered most. You're the man to inherit it now. It's yours."

The caption from some business account: "GRACE Founder Grace Monroe discusses potential partnership with Cross Properties CEO Ethan Cross." I stared at the photo trying to find something innocent in it. But the way they were sitting close, the wine glasses, the intimacy of the table placement, nothing about this looked like a business dinner. This looked like a date. I clicked on Ethan Cross's profile before I could stop myself. Scrolled through posts of a man who was exactly what Grace should want. Self-made billionaire. Real estate empire built from nothing. Philanthropist who donated to causes Grace cared about. Harvard educated. Handsome in that clean-cut way that looked trustworthy. Eve

Marcus poked three fingers out. "Three million?" gasped Sienna. "No, Thirty million, could Ethan Caldwell possibly spend that much money?" Marcus sighed. "The showbiz often deals with the upper class, how come you don't know any of them? I guess even if you met Grayson Kai, you would not react to him." Sienna was confused when she heard Grayson's name. "Is Grayson Kai a bigwig?" Sienna asked deviously. She doesn't know much about this man, except that he's tremendously rich.