Julian Baker Billionaire Novels & Stories

“That’s how you greet your only family?” I didn’t reply. I didn’t have the energy to explain to a man like him that family doesn’t hurt you, doesn’t abandon you, doesn’t steal everything your parents built and leave you to survive on scraps. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, forcing my tone flat. “How did you even find this address?” Julian shrugged. “Got friends. People talk. Heard my little niece got divorced and made it big… owner of a whole fashion empire now.” He whistled low. “Avaris Luxe. You even got a feature in Vogue, huh?”

After all, for some inexplicable reason, despite being a broke nobody, Julian always seemed to attract some women, especially those from affluent families who apparently didn’t mind slumming it with him. “Well played, trash,” Gary sneered, a smirk twisting his lips. “I have to admit, it’s impressive, you already found your next victim within days of getting dumped by Claire” He shot a pointed look at the woman, his eyes filled with malicious amusement. Celeste had to be Julian’s latest benefactor. That explained the suit. That explained everything. What Gary didn’t realize, though, was that Julian actually was the major shareholder of Harper and Co. If Julian wanted, he could have Gary fired

I asked, just remembering that little bit of conversation. “Oh, I did a little Googling,” Julia said in a sing-song voice. “And what does that mean?” I asked irritably, needing some serious coffee and water. “It means he is a billionaire,” Julia said. “Not only is he sexy and kind and obviously very generous, but he is wealthy to boot. He was making money hand over fist while he was in the Army. When he retired, he made a few very smart investments and ended up breaking into the billionaire status at the age of thirty. Basically, he has more money than, well, than everyone we know.”

They were Julia’s uncles — Lord Benedict Augustine and Henry Augustine, men known across London and parts of Europe for their brutal business dealings and ruthless political influence. Benedict leaned back, swirling his glass thoughtfully. “So… the girl wins the empire and now the court case too. That means she is stronger than the board assumed.” Henry scoffed. “Stronger or luckier? Either way, she sits on what should have been ours. Julia was a fool for leaving all that wealth to an outsider.” Benedict’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t call her outsider. She’s a threat. A real one.” Henry leaned closer. “And now she has a public clash with the Strikers. That family doesn’t take humiliation lightly.

Claire pressed. "Grandpa is a stingy businessman. He wouldn’t throw away billions just to save a barista’s job," Julian stood up, then walked closer to Claire until only a few inches separated them. "Just take it. Sometimes luck only favors good people. Or maybe the new investor just hates people like Natalie." Claire wanted to believe it, but there was something in Julian’s eyes that made her doubt. His aura was too calm for someone who had just heard such surprising news. Julian then walked past her toward the kitchen, whistling softly as if he had no burdens.

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.

"Because I didn’t tell her that I was coming yesterday. Even she beat me, Hasan ح؞ؖ...." Hearing this, I broke into laughing ؂... "Hey, don't laugh at me. Don’t you feel sad for me…ء??” "Jubayer, to the world, you are an arrogant and heartless billionaire but in front of my sister, you are still a fearing man. I wonder what if people come to know that the famous billionaire, Mr. Jubayer Ahmed fears of his wife…!! What will happen then, my brother in law ؜???”

“How sweet of you.” He grins. “Anything for you, my Wildfire. I’m the Baker’s billionaire, remember?” I smile and look out at the land through the window, at the life we’ve built, the business, the home, the family, the love I once thought I’d never deserve, and I know he’s right. I won. Not against him. Not against the world. I won at living. At loving. At becoming the version of myself I once believed was impossible. And as his arms tighten around me, I whisper back, “Yes, you’re. The Baker’s Billionaire.”

But it was a headline from one of the major entertainment platforms, and the thumbnail stopped my breath. Julian’s face filled the preview. Sharp jaw, dark eyes, that unreadable composure he wore like a second skin. Exclusive Interview: Julian Cross — Billionaire, Businessman, and the Wife He Never Talks About. My thumb hovered over the screen for a full second before I pressed play.

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."