Hidden Billionaire Novels & Stories

I asked, puzzled. “Oh, don’t you know who the CEO of the Hernandez Group of Company is?” they asked in return. “I know who he is, but didn’t you find a partner for me?” “Actually, the one who was supposed to be your partner backed out. Since we also need pictures of you with the owner, we decided that Sir Gabrielle would be your partner instead.” What? “Why? Is there a problem? Are you scared?”

Jason’s photograph filled the screen, his sharp jaw, his impossibly blue eyes and the faint smirk that once caused her to melt, was now broadcast all across New York like he was some kind of crowned king. The co-anchor shook his head. “Multibillion? Please. Everyone knows the Hales keep far more off the books. Everyone knows these people probably have offshore accounts, or art vaults, perhaps even properties under shell corporations. We’re talking trillions in assets, and most of that money is untraceable.”

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, a smile adorning his face. “And why is that?” He asked. “I’m a fucking billionaire. I am not someone who goes missing and the world doesn’t talk about. Do you know who the fuck my mother is? She will comb the face of this earth if she doesn’t speak to me today. I am not a nobody.” The words rang in my head. He was not a nobody, was he trying to mock me? To splash the situation back in my face? That was a fucking low blow and it made me curl in pain.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve moved faster. We had a timeline, and now it’s gone. But I promise you, I’ll clean this up.” She looked at him, her voice quieter. “You can’t unring a bell, Dominic.” “No,” he agreed. “But I can change what people hear.” That night, Dominic went live on one of the largest financial networks in New York. He wore a dark suit, no tie, eyes sharp with purpose. Ava watched from her couch, clutching a pillow. Liam was asleep upstairs, unaware that his life was playing out on national television. The anchor introduced him with a smirk. “Joining us tonight is Dominic Steele—former tech billionaire, current comeback story, and apparently a new father. Care to comment on the pho

"The penthouse has top-tier security. Even Silas can't get in without my permission. I’ll have a doctor meet us there to look at the boy." Valeriana looked at her small apartment. She had worked so hard to build this tiny, safe world. Now, it was being torn down. "And then what? What happens when the world finds out about him?" Logan stepped closer, reaching out to touch Jamie’s small hand. A look of fierce protection crossed his face, a look that made him look nothing like a vane. "I’m the heir to an empire, Val. I spent my whole life being told that family is a business. But looking at him... I realize I was wrong."

“But I’m honoured to finally introduce you to the man I’ve been keeping to myself, Dante Moreau.” Gasps. A glass shattered. Someone actually whispered holy shit. Because that name, that face, that man, wasn’t just rich. He was untouchable. Elusive. A billionaire ghost whose appearances were limited to boardrooms and court filings. No woman had ever been seen on his arm. No tabloid had ever caught him in a compromising photo. If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

His bodyguards stood like a wall around him, and he had just ended his phone call. “Excuse me,” I said to one of the guards. “I need to speak to your boss.” The guards stepped aside, and the man turned. I froze. It was Hunter Steele. The richest billionaire in the country. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name alone struck fear into people’s hearts. Stories of his cruelty were legendary. He was said to especially hate women because his mother had abandoned him for a wealthier man when he was a child. Also, there were rumours that he had strong connections with the Mafia but the rumours were never confirmed.

She thought little about him or the fact that he knew her first name, there was so much of her he could find by searching online, she was a nobody, a common thief who just moved here a few weeks ago and she certainly wasn't the only woman in the city bearing the name Jasmin but he wasn't a nobody. As soon as she got home that day, Jasmin pulled out her phone and searched the "Inferno" alone and though the search were all unrelated to him, her eyes spotted the name Cainan Inferno as she scrolled through and she clicked on the name and there he was, the man she had met over a week ago and three days ago. They listed him among the top ten youngest billionaires in the country, according to Forbe

She tapped on one and began, “I warned you before and I’ll say it again. There is nothing but trouble in his wake. Whatever you’re considering, don’t do it. You don’t want to be this man’s next victim.” “I know that too. Just read it out already.” “Fine! Ethan Riordan, age 30, is the secret billionaire of the Riordans. Rumors have it that although he wasn’t made the CEO of C and K, he has a secret business which he ran without the eyes of anyone.” Dali paused, her eyes fixed on Anna. “After his accident years ago that left him crippled, his public appearance was a little bit almost nothing, hiding in the shadows. He was in a relationship with a girl some years back.