Gary E Stevenson Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Because you’re not for sale. Which is exactly why I want to buy your time.” The audacity. The arrogance. The gall. Lena leaned forward, her eyes flashing. “Let me make something clear, Mr. Blackthorne. I’m not some charity case or plaything for bored billionaires. I have a job. A life. A brother to support. I don’t need your money or your pity.” “I’m not offering pity. I’m offering a job. Ten thousand a week.” Her jaw dropped slightly. He said it so casually, like it was pocket change.

The other was offering to protect it. And she had no idea which one would ultimately own it. Meanwhile, Ethan stared at the financial report. At the bottom of the document was a name he didn't recognize. A private company. Blackridge Holdings. The same company had been secretly receiving money from his mother's account. Ethan's phone suddenly rang. Unknown number. He answered. "Hello?" A man's voice whispered, "If you keep investigating, Ethan, you'll discover why Mia was never supposed to become your wife." Ethan's eyes narrowed.

She grabbed her bag and stepped into the hallway, determined to push him out of her thoughts. That was when she heard voices again. “…Blackwood Industries stock stabilized overnight.” Zayrielle slowed. She shouldn’t eavesdrop. She knew that. But the name made her stop cold. Blackwood. The hallway television mounted near the elevator flickered to life. “—in other news, billionaire CEO Caeldrin Blackwood was notably absent from last night’s charity gala, fueling rumors of internal pressure from the Blackwood family—” Her breath caught. The screen shifted to a photograph.

one of them gossiped. "Don't be a hater. My family works with the Everhart family and they are not people to be messed with. Although, I heard their daughter divorced recently, I don't think it is related to her beauty. Besides, she is the trending CEO in the business world and her net worth is in billions. Try not to get yourself into trouble," the other lady said, maintaining her composure. Astrid secretly smiled while paying attention to the politician who introduced his wife and son to her since she was in the market. Every family has been trying to get their sons to meet Astrid after the news of her divorce and CEO status.

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

“The legitimate family might not be happy to share their inheritance with a bastard daughter they never knew existed.” I pressed my hand into her palms, took a deep breath and sighed. “What kind of business did he do and how much is he worth?” Mom closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and then opened them, she looked scared for a moment. “He owns one of the biggest companies in the country and he is worth billions of dollars, my baby.”

and there he was. Mr. Gabriel Hawthorne. A tall well built man in his early thirties, with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and piercing blue eyes In short, this man was breath taking He was one of the richest men in the world...a self-made billionaire known for his innovative tech companies that changed entire industries. People said he had a brilliant mind that could predict the future of business. But he clearly had weird interests “Elias Mitchell . Right on time. Strip.” He said no hello,no pleasantries. Just that single command.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

"Brought my grandson home? Cute. But Alex isn't yours alone. I have custody papers faked, but ironclad. Sign the empire back, or lose him." Ethan's blood boiled, but he kept cool. "Fuck you. Try it." He hung up, and with Noah's nod, they geared up lawyers on speed dial, feds alerted. Yet, Richard struck fast: Paparazzi swarmed the building, headlines screaming *Billionaire's Secret Love Child! Gay Fiancé Steals Family?*