Novel & Cerita Hidden Billionaire

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

I turned to leave but Rebecca stepped in front of me instantly. "Is it true that you are a billionaire, Laurel Hyde? You are now the founder and sole owner of Hyde jewelries LTD. A company that is worth billions of dollars. You were so close to becoming a billionaire even before you launched your jewelry company. And now, you're in the game. Don't you think it's time for Forbes to officially declare you self-made billionaire?"

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

She thought of her mother, bedridden from illness, relying on expensive treatments they could no longer afford. “What do you know about him?” she asked finally, her voice subdued. “Adrian Blackwood is one of the most successful businessmen in the country,” Richard said, seizing the opportunity. “He’s built an empire from the ground up. But...” He hesitated. “But what?” Sophia demanded, turning back to face him.

Madam Ritz’s mouth dropped open as she stared at the silver card in her hand. “Dustin Crawford?” she wanted to say aloud, but didn’t dare to. Her face paled as her eyes locked onto the name etched into the card. She knew exactly who he was. A close friend had once told her about this man—how he could buy an entire city with just the snap of his fingers. Eighty percent of the world’s banks were under his name. That’s why they called him “The Golden Zillionaire”—the first ever zillionaire in history, with a wealth estimated to be in the 30-digit range. Only a select few knew that truth.

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

The morning sun poured through the glass walls of Ethan’s penthouse office, but it did nothing to thaw the frost settling in his veins. His phone hadn’t stopped buzzing since dawn. Every news outlet, every blog, every gossip site—all carrying the same headline: “Billionaire CEO Ethan Cole’s Secret Family?”

“If everything checks out, I’ll discharge you, but only if you sign a commitment form, assuming all risks. I’ll also send professionals to your house every day to ensure you’re following the guidelines.” Benjamim was satisfied with the response. Afterward, he returned to the room, and, while undergoing all the tests, he noticed Fred’s curious gaze on him. “What your mother said—is it true?” he asked in a low voice. “Are you going bankrupt?” “Have you ever seen a billionaire go bankrupt?” he asked seriously, though with a smile on his face. “The company my father founded is at risk of losing a lot of money, but Carlota is great at playing with words. She only said that to scare me. She knows