Hidden Rich Man Novels & Stories

he said again, but his slanted posture, the forced smile and the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead even when the air conditioning was blasting intense air in his face, were all telltale signs that he was lying. “Oliver Sallow,” I called him firmly, and he sighed, leaning on the chair, causing the leather seat to crackle. “I’m not rich, okay!” He burst out, “I don’t have a fancy chandelier dangling when you walk into my house, all I have are leaky roofs and the rusted bucket that keeps the water from staining the floor. I have tattered furniture and worn blankets…” His voice seized.

Unvarnished. Not shouted. Not dramatized. Stated like a fact he had never bothered to dress up. “For your inheritance,” he went on. “Your access. Your name, quietly positioned where it could open doors without attracting attention.” Her chest tightened, but she didn’t look away. “You were the perfect convergence,” Damon said. “Untouched by scandal. Intelligent. Adaptable. And most importantly… invisible to the people who would have stopped me if they noticed you too soon.” The calm certainty in his voice made her skin prickle.

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?

Some had the largeness of blue whales, while others were as little as a toddler's car. "Breathtaking view, innit?" the young man said. His name was Richard, and he tried desperately to sound British. Elena shifted the headphones to hear him naturally. "Yeah," she admitted. "I've only heard what this place is like. Have never got to be here." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Your husband's the wealthiest goon I've encountered and worked with. Sorry for language, but sometimes it amazes me how one man can amass that amount of wealth, and still stay sane. God!"

“Maybe, but mostly that you’re not just after me for my bank account.” I let out an unladylike snigger. John knows I’m not exactly poor. I run a few small businesses and I’m about to help Jack by investing into his. What he doesn’t know that all that started because my family is loaded. As in, old money, house in the Hamptons kind of loaded. “It makes me want to nail your feet to the floor so you can’t run away.” “I guess I’ll have to hide all the hammers.” “I know what I have here Harley, I’m not letting you get away that easy.”

"Next time update me, so I don't have to worry. Go to your room and rest." He nodded and immediately went to his room. He immediately lay down on his bed to sleep but he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried to close his eyes it had no effect. He couldn't get out of his mind the awesomeness he did, he couldn't believe that he had a one night stand with a man he didn't know. Lovely, is a smart and gorgeous girl. She's already 25 years old and she works as an HR Manager in one of their companies. His family is well known when it comes to business but his parents do not pressure him to manage their business.

He stares pointedly, not the least bit apologetic. I want to be incensed, but this isn’t exactly a newsflash for me. The man didn’t become a billionaire by simply sticking a silver spoon in his mouth. He bought and sold companies until he’d built his own dynasty. At forty-two, he’s wealthy, affluent, revered and still so fucking mysterious. And I, at the age of twenty-six, am too enthralled by him by far. I should tread much more lightly. I understand how incredibly lucky I am to be considered a Jameson Richards confidante. Regardless of not being the cream of the crop, I am in the club.

Eumerriah's Point of View Aside from the main cottage, there are also cottages near the beach here at the resort that Gabrielle built. Sometimes before bed, we talk about various things, our youth, and our lives with the people we love. I learned that he built this resort using his own money because his father stopped giving him money after he graduated, unlike Jerome. Unlike Jerome, Gabrielle doesn't have a stable job. He often joins investment companies and struggling businesses as an investor. This is one of the reasons he and his father often argue. His father always says there is no passive income in small and failing companies, but Gabrielle believes that when people fall, they will st

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.”

Her friend just rolled her eyes and scowled, “Hey, just because you married the most eligible bachelor in the country, doesn't mean you'll have to be smug on your friends!” Stupefied, Rui mumbled, “Most eligible bachelor?” “Yes! Damn it! I told you to make an account online!” “But–” “Your husband is the heir of the richest man in the country, Gregory Eno. The waiting line of his admirers is damn long! And on top of that, they are all trying to track you, his wife!” 'Richest?' Rui asked at the back of her mind. She knew he was rich but she did not know he was THAT rich!