Military Tycoon Novels & Stories

Michael also told me that Brendon is not only Alpha of Blood Moon Pack but also a successful businessman. CEO of Devero Ltd, a company that designs aircrafts, weapons,tanks and much more war equipment. It would be safe to say Brendon is the richest man in the world. I found out Sir Logan came from Percy house. Sir Logan's dad is CEO of a car manufacturer which is why Sir Logan owns many luxurious sports cars. " Of course Michael bragged about himself too. That he owns most of the properties in NOVERA country," I said to myself.

I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me and moved against him a little bit more, as my body continued to buck with the intensity of my orgasm “Yes ahhh ..”I moaned “Yes baby moan for me as I own ur body ,just how I fucking bought you with my money..” I frozed ,the moan stopped in my throat What the fuck I was sold to a billionaire

Tyler sat in his sleek black Rolls-Royce, the purr of the engine humming beneath him as he waited for the traffic light to change. The tinted windows shielded him from the chaos outside, but his sharp gaze was fixed on the world beyond the glass. He was a man of power — a global business tycoon, the heir to an empire built not just on corporate brilliance but on blood. His father, once the feared Mafia boss of the East Coast, had died in the infamous clash between two warring crime syndicates in the '90s. That war had left a trail of fire — and Tyler had inherited the ashes... and the throne.

"I need ten minutes to stabilize the pressure. If I can't do it by then, the Atuabo II injectors will reach critical mass and level three city blocks in Ghana." As Elena began to rewire the ancient console, the sound of tires screeching on gravel echoed from outside. "They're here," Killian said, his voice like dry ice. He didn't look back at her. He stepped out into the rain, a lone figure in a bespoke suit, standing against a fleet of black tactical SUVs. He was the Tycoon, the King of the Empire, but in this moment, he was a soldier protecting the woman who held the key to his survival.

Military discipline frowned upon drinking in the army, but Carl took the wine without hesitation. ‘Dad, with your experience and this recent success, your support will skyrocket. You’re one step away from becoming the next president,’ Mindy said, clicking her glass with Carl’s. ‘Your wish is finally coming true.’ Carl was in a good mood. ‘And you, my dear daughter, will soon be part of the first family.’ He used to think having a son would be great, but now he didn’t. Trapped by his military duties and constantly watched, Carl would not have pulled off his illegal side deals without Mindy’s hard work.

After a few minutes, a frown creased her forehead and she sighed. “What’s with these black shades?” She muttered, clicking through different articles, trying to find a clear picture, but all she found were the same images of him with the shades and his face hidden. She clicked on a link and an article came up, written by the Italian Daily. “Wallace Castellano, one of the world’s most mysterious tycoons and Italy’s wealthiest, is rarely seen in public. He keeps a low profile, often conducting business meetings behind closed doors, and he is known for his cold and calculating demeanor.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

"I don't think I've ever heard you use that term when referring to yourself." "I have Beth. I'm good. She's honestly all I need." "Now that's new." His father glanced over at him. "I'm going to get the car. I'll meet you guys up front." "Really? Playing chauffeur? You're a billionaire, Dad." "Yeah, but not the typical one. You're not either." He walked off, turning back to wink at Damon before he disappeared into a sea of bodies. "Where did Dad go?" Matt stopped beside him with a big suitcase fit for a horde of women traveling together.

The mysterious groom never showed his face during the proceedings. Everyone whispered he must be old and ugly, some reclusive eccentric with money but no looks. The perfect person to dump the adopted daughter on when their biological princess Sienna got cold feet. Fortunately, he never contacted me after the wedding. Strange arrangement? Yes. But I welcomed the freedom. I built a new life, far from the Bailey family drama, never expecting he'd suddenly demand to meet just as our contract was nearing its end. I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign.

One guy looked like he stepped out of a biker magazine, and I'm pretty sure the other two did time in the military. Not exactly the type of people I'd expect to see with the billionaire business tycoon, but from the little crash course I'd given myself on the way here, no one seems to have been able to pigeonhole this guy for decades. The fact that he not only outwitted the feds but married one puts him high on my list, though. "OK; what is it that you want?" "First off, how much do you know about what your son is up to?" "What do you mean by that?" We had a kind of stare-off, but I didn't get the asshole vibe coming from this guy.