Iron Man Billionaire Playboy Novels & Stories

Almost like she was studying him. At first, Blake thought he was imagining it. But now… Now he knew something was wrong. His phone buzzed again. A new message from Martin. “Initial check on Cesare. Powerful. Extremely wealthy. Private investor. Very little public information. People say he’s dangerous.” Blake smirked slightly. Dangerous? Good. Blake liked dangerous men. They were easier to understand. What he didn’t like… Were secrets. And right now, both Cesare and Rosette were full of them.

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

“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.

His throat closed around a snarl, but he forced it down. Instead, he straightened, cold fury tightening every line of his body. “Enjoy your relationship with new money while it lasts, old man,” Leonardo said, voice ice-cold. “Because Mr. Gunnar is still new. His foundation is young. Fragile.” He took a step back, his shadow stretching long across the floor. “Generational wealth," Leonardo hissed, "is a beast you don’t replace overnight.” Mr. Rossi’s eyes gleamed, sharp as a knife’s edge. He tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm against the table with his fingers, unimpressed by Leonardo’s threat veiled in careful words.

She asked, not taking her eyes off the building. Jason scoffed. "Of course, this is just one of them. I'm Jason Finn, one of the wealthiest billionaire in the city, this shouldn't come as a surprise to you." He bragged. Amelia turned to look at him. "Right, brag about your wealth all you want." She scoffed. "Jerk!" She whispered. A guard already rushed to open his door. "Let's go." Jason said to her, he got out of the car first and Amelia followed suit.

Not a powerful man using his wealth to impress a struggling woman, but two broken people finding comfort in each other. "You never told me any of this." "What was I supposed to say? That my first wife spent our entire marriage lying to me? That I was so desperate for genuine affection that I latched onto a stranger in a nightclub?" "You could have told me the truth." "The truth would have changed everything. You would have seen me as pathetic instead of powerful." "I would have seen you as human." Liam laughed bitterly. "Humans don't run a billion-dollar company. Humans don't survive in my world."

“One million dollars. You give me that, and I’ll walk away. No more threats, no more visits, no more bombs near your pretty boyfriend’s office. You and your billionaire can live your fairy tale in peace.” River’s chest constricted. “One million dollars? You think I have that kind of money lying around?” “I know you don’t,” Dominic replied, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But your boyfriend does. What’s his name again? Jace Maddox, the autistic billionaire tech genius who can buy half the city if he wants to?” “Don’t you dare touch him,” River snapped, voice trembling with fury.

Now my painstakingly built wall of poise which had just about made it through the Willa phone call broke into a million tiny jagged fragments. My eyes filled with hot treacherous tears that muddled the already bizarre scene. Sloan. That bastard. What was he anywat? A playboy. How could I have ever forgotten that for even a moment? An extremely wealthy billionaire who most likely had a changing list of Ms.starlight dresses .

“As much as possible, we aim to build a good relationship here between Exclusive and Stark Apparel, so we are going to make this a fun day for everyone. Are you ready, Mr. Stark?” The only fun I will have today is when this is finally over. “Sure, Carla, Whenever you are ready.” “Okay. So…” She shifted her leg to the other side. “Everyone already knows that the Stark family is one of the elites of Manhattan, but we never really saw the real face of Gabriel Stark, and this is a great opportunity to see a side of you that we have not yet seen. You play tennis, too, Mr. Stark. Is this another of your dreams that have yet to come true? Becoming a tennis star?”

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