Julian Baker Billionaire Novels & Stories

His voice was sexily husky, it had a deep undertone to it, it was like he wasn't even putting in any efforts but yet it sounded like every word was carefully thought off. Emily opened her mouth to say a word but she closed it on a second thought, one side of her lips curved in a smile and she sat back fully in her seat, relaxing her muscles and looking at the man in front of her like she was some kind of unrealistic joke. Of course she knew who he was, she knew all the big names in the business world. His company was one of those she planned to apply to for a job after graduation. He was Aiden Baker of the Bakers Groups, one of the biggest names in the world of business. Last year, he was to

Lizzy said. "Ohh yeah." I took my purse and bought out my phone. The caller ID almost gave me a panic attack. Jason Knight .

Not possible. MADISON POV everywhere I saw him. He was on the billboards on the streets, he was on the television and damn he was even more handsome than he was before. I glanced at Mr Montez, he’s pacing up and down the hallway making phone calls, from a distance I could hear him yelling, "How did we get scammed ?” He lost money last night to a bad investment and now, he refuses to pay for the Birkin bag I’d ordered. He said it was too expensive and we would need the money.

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

Jocelyn’s POV Her phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb?

Alexia Lodge? Now it's gonna be lovely to see how many months is this marriage gonna stay and when will Mr. Knight get bored of his new wife and go back to his playboy ways. Now this was an interesting news, but who would dare to write such a news which was against my dear ex husband. Well I know who. And I'm gonna call the company's CEO right away and share my good mood. Ethan Knight

he paused with a small smile, “Get yourself something elegant. You’ll be attending a gala with me tomorrow night.” Ariana blinked. “Wait, seriously?” “Yes. I want the world to see my daughter the strong, stylish, unbothered Ariana Westbrook.” “I don’t have anything to wear that says ‘unbothered but mysterious heiress,’” she muttered with a mock groan. Victor laughed. “Then buy the whole store if you have to. And take the driver, of course.” “Liam?” “Yes. He works for me. Might as well make himself useful.”

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.

"Funny. I seem to remember this project being approved by the city. Permits signed…contracts in place. All above board." He paused. "The only people getting cut out are the ones who thought they could buy something that wasn't for sale." One of the other men…younger, sharper, with hungry eyes…spoke up. "And what about him?" He nodded at Julian. "Kohler Junior, right? The mysterious heir who appeared out of nowhere two years ago. Son of a German billionaire with no history or background." He smiled, thin and ugly. "Funny how these things work, isn't it? A man appears from nowhere, and suddenly he's worth billions. Some people might call that convenient."

"Julian... what was that?" Julian didn't answer immediately, his jaw tightening into a hard, unforgiving line as he stared at the empty doorway where the camera flash had come from. A moment later, his encrypted phone buzzed violently in his pocket. He pulled it out, his eyes scanning the breaking notification banner. The color instantly drained from his face. Tiffany peered over his shoulder, her breath catching in her throat as she read the headline of the financial gossip blog freshly uploaded to the web: EXPOSED: The Billionaire's Rented Bride—Leaked Documents Reveal Julian Ravencourt’s Multi-Million Dollar Dating Contract with Bankrupt Designer Tiffany Everhart. The phone slipped from J