Military Tycoon Novels & Stories

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”

Meet Ivan Montero,30 years old,an alpha male,arrogant,ruthless business man,the richest bachelor in the city. He owns various business in different parts of the world. He doesn't sleep with the same woman twice,he is known as the most eligible bachelor. He is seen with a new woman each week.

Her fingers danced over the keyboard as she accessed the files. "What are you looking for?" Thomas asked, keeping an eye on the door. "Everything," Emma said, her voice tight. "Bank accounts, offshore holdings, assets. Leo’s entire network. He made my mothers life miserable, He took away my mother's document, signed contract and many more Now I’m taking it back " The screen filled with data accounts holding millions, properties registered under shell corporations, names of powerful allies and pawns in Leo’s web. Emma’s chest tightened as she saw the extent of his empire. It was vast, but it was about to crumble.

Now his company is worth Billions of dollars. Scott and Mike both arrived at Scott’s driveway. His mansion was very big, he has a beautiful landscape, with multiple cars parked in his driveway and a secured gating system. His driver was standing at the side of the car door. One of his favorite car brands was Ferrari. He walked towards the car his driver was standing close to and got into the backseat while Mike got into the front seat with the driver. The driver started the car and drove off.

His eyes are always cold, always calculating, always looking for the angle, the weakness, the opportunity. He is also one of the richest men in the world. Oil money, mostly, but also arms dealing and private military contracts and a dozen other industries that exist in the gray spaces between legal and illegal. He owns politicians. He owns judges. He owns armies, actual armies, with tanks and helicopters and men who have never heard of the Geneva Convention. And he is the only person I know who might be powerful enough to take down Lysander Ashcroft.

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

Twenty nine now, the same age as me, but living in a world so far removed from mine it might as well be another planet. CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, a sprawling empire of high-rise real estate developments, cutting-edge tech startups, and whatever else he sinks his ruthless claws into to turn a profit. The society pages paint him as the elusive bachelor, the visionary tycoon who turns failing companies into gold mines overnight with a single signature. "Ruthless negotiator," they call him, like it's a badge of honor, a compliment for how he crushes rivals without a second thought.

A scar-faced man in uniform muttered into his champagne flute, “Took down the Butcher of Valcour. Bare hands. No backup. One hour.” Even one of the wedding organizers crouched behind a floral arrangement, breathless. “They say he slit a general’s throat during a live broadcast hostage rescue… and still got the hostages out alive.” Shivers swept through the room in part awe, part dread. Then, speculative. “Wait—he’s a billionaire too, isn’t he?” a diplomat’s aide whispered. “Didn’t think the military paid that well,” said another, scoffing. “It doesn’t,” replied a bespectacled financier near the back. “But Ashford? He’s not just a soldier, he’s a goddamn investment savant.”

"One hundred and forty million. They’re calling you a visionary in the press. Behind closed doors? They’re calling you a liability." ​I didn't look up from the blueprints spread across my desk. I kept my compass steady, marking the perimeter of my new empire. "If you’re here to offer a post-mortem on my financial decisions, Mr. König, you’re late. The check has already cleared."

He asked me to serve your meal in your quarters. I frowned, trying to hide the sudden discomfort I felt. As much as I was relieved not to have to face those piercing eyes during dinner, part of me also... hoped. Hoped to see him again. Damn it. — Busy? With what? — I asked, trying to sound indifferent. The housekeeper gave a brief smile, without lifting her eyes. — Business. There is always business. Business. The word sounded darker than it should. I imagined silent meetings, guns laid on wooden tables, voices in other languages. Dante's world seemed to revolve around power and control. And now, I was just another piece on that board.