Famous Playboy Billionaires Novels & Stories

I nodded, and we left the club together, stepping out into the cool New York night. The city glittered around us, beautiful and brutal and utterly indifferent to girls like me. Somewhere in those towers of glass and steel, Declan Westcott was planning something. Something that involved me in ways I could not begin to understand. I pulled out my phone and stared at the hospital's missed calls. Then I opened a new search and typed his name. The results were immediate and overwhelming. Billionaire. CEO. Philanthropist. Playboy. Page after page of images showing him at galas, business meetings, charity events. Always alone. Always in control.

He chimed in, “There is a certain allure to the terms ‘billionaire’ and ‘playboy.’ When combined, they create a powerful image. When separated, it is so different.” “Different how?” Florence asked. “When you are a playboy, you are powerful, yes. But when you are a billionaire, you are more powerful.” He smiled calmly, which she found weird and she felt a bit frightened. He added with a smile, “However, it is important to remember that it is just a caricature, a simplified and exaggerated portrayal.”

He is our group's tech billionaire. As if he owned the place, the second, Cash, a hotel magnate with a reputation as a playboy, flopped down on the couch. In his opinion, he most likely did. Rivals undervalued him, women chased him, and tabloids loved him. Cash was sharp behind the well-tailored disarray of his lifestyle. Brutal. Laughing over his wine, he could destroy a man's empire, and his carefree manner only increased his danger.

I smiled. Tommy, Aldwin’s close friend, was also a billionaire, though far less wealthy than Aldwin. He had inherited a legacy: the Parker Group, a centuries-old conglomerate. He was a certified playboy; every lady’s piece of cake, and was always in the news for one dating scandal or another. Aldwin, on the other hand, didn’t look excited at all, for a man whose proposal had just been accepted.

Hana chimed in with a grunt. Kyunghee, who had been listening to Hana's explanation, was only able to stay silent on the spot without intending to make any comments. In his heart he continued to curse Hyukjae who casually brought up a very sensitive topic for him. “I heard that a lot of high-end businessmen have stumbled upon this case. Be careful Kyu, you are one of the most respected businessmen in Korea, there must be many women who want to be with you." “Kyunghee definitely wouldn't do that. He's a loyal man, isn't he Kyu?" Hana asked as she nudged her husband's arm.

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..

He's the champion of the underdog. At twenty-three he became a venture capitalist, funding the tech projects of his closest friends named PJ Payne, Khaleel Malik and Sebastian Horan, from the genius clan of Puissance League which soared to a great success, making Ben Styles a few hundred million wealthier. Imagine that! Ben Styles, a simple name but a very powerful businessman. Latest cover of Enquirer: The world's most favorite playboy reveals how many women he slept with. Why isn't he interested in marriage? And how he became the world's hottest bachelor?

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I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

He had already done his worst, the way I see it I should just give him a piece of mind. “Right now you're like a kid stung by an ant that decides to crush it to pieces, even if it can't hurt him” I said sniffling my nose. “ I've heard so much about the billionaire behind the scenes. Ruthless and known for hard deals and also a playboy. I've seen enough to know that the playboy thing is not true, but I see the man behind the mask. All you've got is mummy issues you can't bring yourself to deal with…”