My ex is a secret billionaire Novels & Stories

Figueroa almost fell from his seat and was able to understand what was stated in the bank book and documents, especially the name of the account holder. Jedizon and Zandrex looked at the reaction they saw in the CEO but didn't ask. Mr. Figueroa immediately absorbed the hot chocolate as he typed John Dave's name into his desktop computer in front of his desk. Two words wanted to escape from the mouth of Mr. Figueroa regarding John Dave and this is the, "secret billionaire." Mr. Figueroa passed the files to Jedizon to finish it and the hard copies to Zandrex to photocopy for the copy for John Dave.

"But what if you lose everything because of me?" "Then it would be worth it." He shot me a smile. "Well, I still don't want it coming out." "You're embarrassed because I'm much older." "No. It's because you're my ex's father and one of the richest men in the world. I don't want people thinking that I'm a gold digger." He raised a brow, "You worry too much." "No, you know how the press is." "I won't let it come out, Kenz. My father would never let it get out."

I ask, ignoring that. Emma shrugs, running her fingers through her golden locks as she stares at me. " Well, he's pretty popular... His company, I mean. What's their name again? Amplex Companies, yeah. He owns one of the most successful tech companies in the state and they have multiple branches and other business ventures. Not much is known about him though. He only recently began to allow pictures and interviews to be taken of him." I'm not fond of crowds. His voice floats through my head and I stiffen. Why would a billionaire want to live in secrecy?

Why? He had 70% of his body burned in that accident. Ever since this family told me I would have to marry him, I delved into research. He was an important billionaire in the United States, yes, and indeed, he was a handsome man. But behind the facade of power and beauty, a life of excesses and scandals, especially with women, was hidden. He was the embodiment of what I despised the most to have as my first relationship in my entire life, and now... it seems I will be stuck with him for the rest of my life, even if he was an important person.

Callahan demanded. Celine’s life has been so private since day one that she cannot expose herself so suddenly. Knowing she belongs to a family that is leading big businesses in so many countries and her father is well-known as a business tycoon, claiming that she is an Everson is quite a big scoop and scandalous in the business world that one of the heiresses is exposed.

My mother’s voice daily was another thing that kept me from losing my sanity. Also, in the past three days, I have learnt to avoid social media. The last time I checked, Chris was the headline. Billionaire Secret Baby, True or False? The Sanchez’s mystery Baby. The headline itself was shocking but the content was horrible. It was about all things about Chris and how the society doubted if he was truly Kingston’s son regardless of how they look alike. Not like, I care about what the society believes in or not. Towards the ending of the news, they bounced back at me, claiming I only wanted a part of the billionaire wealth and that was why I brought a fake baby. They knew my name, and thing

Sandra’s POV “What?!” I gasped unbelievably at my father and stumbled backward as the word hit me right in my heart. “You heard him right. You cannot stay here. I cannot bring in my first daughter that the nation knows got married to the popular billionaire, Brian Fenandro. Have you ever thought this through?” My mother's angry voice filled the air as she glared at me in displeasure. “You cannot be a disgrace to me or this family,” She spat out and I gasped.

"W-What? I left the company now. There's a lot I...I don't know anymore." Cecilia wasn't in a hurry to press him. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, picked up her coffee cup, and took a slow sip. But her eyes remained fixed on the uneasy man across from her. Those few seconds of silence felt like centuries to Carter. Countless unspeakable secrets flashed through his mind as he desperately tried to craft a perfect excuse. Just as he was about to crumble under the silent pressure, Cecilia finally set her cup down. Her gaze swept over his pale face. Her tone was casual. "I heard MT set up a trust through Citibank. I want to know—WHO'S THE BENEFICIARY?"

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

"They're calling for an emergency meeting. Someone leaked the debt ledgers, Aurora…the private documents. Only three people had access to those secure servers…just three." "I know, my love... I know." I gently take the glass from his trembling hand, setting it down with a soft, deliberate clink before capturing his hands in mine. His skin is cold and clammy with sweat. I squeeze his fingers, projecting a warmth I don't even feel, letting my eyes fill with mock sympathy. "But panic is exactly what they want. You cannot let them see you like this. You are Xavier Adrian…one of the most wealthiest billionaires in New York…you built this empire from nothing."