Iron Man Billionaire Playboy Novels & Stories

The man have off an air that commanded submission and he looked like he took delight in seeing people succumb to his dominance. For that very reason, I refused to buckle and I gave him a leveled gaze of my own. "I'm so sorry, Mister. I never intended for something like that to happen. I didn't do it on purpose. But if you insist, how about you give me your account details and I wire the money for the laundry to you." The man cocked his head, seemingly amused and entertained at my words. "Are you sure you can pay for my laundry? I think what you should be worrying about is if the stain would go off at all."

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 am glad you remember I am the Don and also the owner of this company. Less I forget, this company is a corporation, an investment company not a mafia company. With or without the mafia business backing this company, it would be the same. Who ever I employ to work for me is my business to take care of care of and I know how to handle what under my control, Mr dickhead. Now I hope I have given you the reply, you may take fucking sit. " I saw his jaw harden as he didn't get what he was looking for with what he had said. He sat down angrily and avoided contact with me. " Well that new, young blood. I did want to see who this lady is, the one who captured your heart and you interested in her."

My name is Veronica Hargreaves and I hail from New York City, United States. Am actually going to be twenty-seven years old this year, and I am filled with euphoria to tell a very interesting tale about I and my playboy, Jake Benson. I would have to begin from the scratch with how Jake was introduced to me intuitively, when I was in search for playboys in my Company The Hargreaves Textile Company where I was the Ceo after my Dad Richard Hargreaves retired.

"Let the boy speak. I want to hear exactly what a billionaire's son thinks he can buy in my world." Leonardo threw his head back, letting out a loud, hollow laugh that echoed off the velvet drapes. He rubbed his wrist, gesturing wildly to his four armed guards who stood aggressively at the entrance. "What can he buy? He can buy you. He can buy this entire block. My father owns half of Russia, you peasant! He has the ministries in his pocket, he has the shipping lines from Murmansk to Vladivostok, and he has enough leverage to erase The Obsidian from the Moscow power grid before the sun comes up tomorrow!"

After dropping Isabel off, Issac was gone again before she even made it upstairs. The car ride back to his office was just as cold as usual. His driver didn’t speak unless spoken to, and the only sound in the car was the quiet buzz of emails arriving on Isaac’s tablet. He ignored most of them and instead, his thoughts drifted. Most people didn’t understand how someone like him at just twenty-eight, could be sitting on a billion-dollar empire. But he’d earned it, every damn dollar.

She voiced, the atmosphere became quiet when no one walked in, I turned towards her direction. His daughter face looked pale, the little girl was almost at the point of crying. I held unto my garment about to stand up before a tall middle aged man walked in. Adrian walked in with different bodyguards, this man surely knows how to pull a stunt. That's the major reason he's called the most recognized billionaire. They walked unbothered, calculatively towards the stage. Little Mira eyes widened, while she held her mouth. The sudden glow in her face was massive and I was deeply happy. I turned back to the stage, he was so handsome that I didn't recognize the villian I know.

I bit my finger in anxiousness as I felt a pack of butterflies in my tummy. The tenth billionaire, "Rakshu Tiendore,thirty - five - years old and super flirty. He is of two nationalities - Indian and American. He is married, but also a well known Playboy,a fact his wife is aware of. He constantly get into fights with-"I stopped reading,moving my head sideways. He's a total turn down, can't have a man like him as a fake husband. "But he is married?"my second sneered at him.

he said, his voice a low, quiet rasp that held no warmth, no mockery, only a promise of something dark, “is a very dangerous assumption to make, Miss Carter.” Miss Carter… Yep, I pissed another billionaire off. At least when I made Jin mad, he looked like he wanted to devour me. Ilay… he looked like that as well, but in a different way. “I am not his brother,” he continued. “I do not take used things. I acquire what is valuable. What is mine.” His gaze swept over me, and it felt less like an appraisal and more like an assessment of damage. “And I do not appreciate being compared to a sniveling traitor who would betray his own blood for a pretty face.”

"He's a billionaire—or at least that's what he insists on being called. But he's more than that. Powerful. Ruthless. One of the most influential men in the country." My stomach clenched. Billionaire, powerful, ruthless. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. He paused deliberately, letting the name hang in the air like a blade. “Adam Lewiston.” My blood turned to ice. I knew that name. He wasn’t just rich—he was legendary. A household name. His empire stretched beyond New York—real estate, fashion, media, even whispers of international arms deals. The man was untouchable. “Adam Lewiston?” I echoed, the disbelief thick in my voice. “One of the richest men in all of America?”