Military Tycoon Novels & Stories

“What are you going to do about it?” The wealthy business tycoon, who owned chains of hotels and diners across major cities of the country, visibly deflated. Yes, Mr. Norton Soggario was rich, but the Herringbones were even richer. Extremely so. With one word in the right ear from Kellan, and the business tycoon would be reduced to nothing. All his wealth and assets gone. The Herringbones were second in power to only the Royal family in the country. He inhaled deeply before storming towards the door.

He was an empire unto himself. From the wide glass windows of my clinic, I often watched him leave early in the morning. Flanked by corporate lawyers and personal assistants, he would board his private helicopter or a convoy of armored SUVs. On those days, he wore immaculate, bespoke suits and carried a leather briefcase, flying out for high-profile board meetings of the Moretti Group. To the public, he was simply the elusive, brilliant billionaire CEO running a massive, legitimate shipping conglomerate.

“That happened sixteen years ago!.” “I know bu-“ “But what mom?” He gritted out but calmed down, remembering it was his mother he was talking to. “You are my first son and you have the right to take your place as heir to the family business.” Orlando internally groaned, he knew this was going to happen someday and he was fed up being called the future heir. He knew he was wealthy enough to feed an entire state, ‘he is a billionaire' taking the family business wasn’t anything necessary. “It doesn’t stop you from keeping your job.” Ruby told him as if reading his mind. Orlando's suspicious eyes found hers again wondering where she got that idea from.

Untouchable. “Well?” she asked sharply. “Do you at least know how to drive a Bentley?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And a Lamborghini. A Rolls. A Tesla. A Bugatti. And if needed, a tank.” The corner of his lips twitched. Barely. Ariana scoffed. “Funny. You’ll need one if you’re planning to keep up with me.” “Noted.” She brushed past him, ignoring how he smelled—clean spice and subtle wood, like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

Wouldn’t a man want his lost mate back? “Nothing adds up nicely. He’s been sloppy in a few places, but not in others. So, once we have enough information, we can take him down in the modern method, but if he insists on the old ways. I will meet him one on one. He’ll be in for a surprise, though. I’m not someone who’s easily killed. I’ve survived far worse than he can dish out.” Rose didn’t like the sound of that. Ty’s expression hardened in a way that seemed unnatural for him. He must have had something more in his past than what he’d spoken of. He’d only mentioned that he and the others were in the military. Gods, they’d fought in recent human wars. That was a chilling realization for Rose.

He showed no fear in dealing in business with other qualified executives, tycoons, or even princes and kings. Now, at the age of twenty-seven, he has been accepted as the CEO of Villa-Lobos International Holdings Inc. He managed to acquire his 100 profitable company and was earning millions and millions of dollars annually. He took full control of the company, making it the most competitive in the global market.

I was drowning in debt, still, I wouldn't mind taking another if I had anywhere I could borrow money from. 'Jaxon. You should ask him. Who knows, maybe he has some money to spare' I quickly dismissed that thought once it crossed my mind. He was only an adopted child that probably had nothing to his name. How was he going to afford to lend me four hundred and fifty thousand dollars for the kidney transplant?

"What happens to the billionaire tycoon when there are no more corporate dynasties left to dismantle?" Marcus’s lips curved into a slow, dark smile that made my pulse quicken, a look of pure, unadulterated devotion that was reserved for me alone. He leaned down, his breath warm against my lips. "The tycoon focuses entirely on his kingdom," he whispered, his long fingers moving up to cradle the back of my neck, his thumb tracing the soft skin behind my ear. "Wealth is nothing but dry dust, Jessica, unless it is used to build a fortress for the woman who holds my soul. My future isn't in the trading floors or the credit registries anymore. It’s right here, in the empire we created, watching ou

“Mr. Duke is a top-level military industry expert under special protection. How dare you provoke him? I’m going to send you to a military court!” “Flames, that’s enough!” “Mr. Duke, I’m sorry. I got worked up and forgot to keep your identity confidential.” Special Forces Captain Flames quickly realized that he had revealed too much. Once people in the crowd heard what Flames said, everyone started talking. “I didn’t expect that Mr. Duke is not only a business tycoon but also an important figure in military technology. It’s rare to see someone keep such a low profile.” “If that’s the case, those two deserve everything that’s coming to them. He’s out there serving the country, and his wife is

“I’ve never felt that way about any woman. I couldn’t. I did crazy shit. On missions, there was always a very real chance I wouldn’t come back.” Jayden watched the brief, haunted look flash across Terrence’s face. He wasn’t Special Forces anymore, but what he had done in the military still weighed on him. “You’re loaded, Roberts. You have a good family. Why did you do it?” Jayden wondered why someone with so much money would join Special Forces. In fact, Terrence was the only billionaire he knew who had enlisted despite billions in the bank. Terrence shrugged. “Because I could. I’m a damn good pilot, and I thrived on the adrenaline. We did good things, saved lives. It was worth it.”