Hidden Rich Man Novels & Stories

Antonio asked me, pouring water from a jug into a glass without waiting for my response. "No. I didn't know he had a twin brother." I said in a low voice, my knees dragging to my chest where I sat on the floor in a corner. It was a shed made out of wood. A blue carpet filled the corner and there was a white desk in the center of the room and a mattress on the floor. "There's many things you don't know about it and you just follow him around like a puppet." He said in a mocking voice. "Not willingly." "He's a rich man with a lot of secrets, too many secrets." He shook his head and put the glass of water on the table.

But now he felt incredibly annoyed upon hearing the fact that the damned war general apparently possessed such immense wealth. “Wait a minute. A moment ago you were saying he works as a janitor at a park. Hey, now you’re saying he might be the richest person in the country and that his wealth is almost on par with the king’s. So how could someone that rich possibly work as a janitor at a park? You’re … don’t make things up!” The investigator then produced another piece of evidence showing that several companies were indeed registered under the name HC which, of course, stood for Hector Corwell.

How to keep Mia safe if the worst happened. And it had happened. Richard had killed Anita. Had spent years searching for wealth he'd never found because Elizabeth had hidden it exactly as instructed. "How much?" Robert asked quietly. I scanned the documents. Added numbers in my head. Recalculated because surely I'd made a mistake. "I don't know exactly. Thirty billion? Maybe more? These accounts have been sitting untouched for twenty years, accruing interest." Robert stared at me. "Thirty billion." "My mother hid it from him. All of it. Every asset, every property, every investment." I laughed, and it came out slightly hysterical. "Richard spent his entire life searching for money that was r

The man with the most money was always right! Javier had not planned to give a d*mn about this new guy, but now, he laughed and looked at him. “Oh, you’re very rich, are you? Let’s play a game we rich folks play in our free time then. Let’s see how rich you really are.”

"You never cared about me before. Why now?" Jacques' eyes darkened. "Because you're a Sinclair. And with that name comes power, influence... and danger. I came to warn you." A murmur rippled through the gathering. Dominic's voice was low but firm. "What danger?" Jacques hesitated, then leaned in slightly. "There are people who believe your father hid assets—millions. Some think Delilah is the key to finding them." Ava felt the room spin. "What are you talking about?"

“He’s still insanely wealthy probably a billionaire. Nobody gets to the level of yacht-rich without exploiting people.” Andre smiled. “You really don’t know who he is.” XXX

"They told you that? I spent months looking for you! I thought you hated me. I thought you took the money and ran." Valeriana gasped. "What money? I never took a cent!" The realization hit them both at once. They had been played by Silas Vane from the very start. The old man had built a wall of lies between them, and they had both believed it. "He’s going to pay for that," Logan whispered, his voice dark with a promise of revenge. They got out of the car and took a private elevator straight to the top floor. The penthouse was huge, filled with white furniture and glass walls that showed the whole city. It felt cold, like a museum.

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

I looked at him inquisitively trying to think of how he was able to afford a mansion. “Yes baby, mansion. I know you are wondering how, but don't worry" he chuckled. "I am from a very wealthy family and the son of the famous oil billionaire Richard Romania but I don't like talking about it, I love living a simple life” he picked up his shorts and stood to wear it. The sight of his p*nis made me want more. I actually wanted more. I stood up with my naked body and walked towards him as I wrapped my arms around him, he licked his lips and bit them erotically when he saw my naked body.