My Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

It wasn't surprising, seeing they had gone a week on empty stomachs, except for some little amount of water, just enough to keep them alive. I was rich, famous and had many enemies who wanted me on their death lists. Many of them I had earned from business. I didn't mind that I invested a great amount, building a place to make them fear me. And now, it was serving a purpose for those who hurt my Melissa. Her foes were my foes. I wanted the world to know that those who come after her would have to first go through me. As we neared the first room, Melissa paused on her track, attracting my undivided attention.

She was gulping hungrily from the beer. His gaze was studying her, pushing his anger away. She leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder. His features twisted in disdain, "I'm waiting for Vincent and one of his new enemies. It's a secret." Her hand gripped his bicep. "Enemies?" He asked, looking down at her. "Yes, you must have heard his name, Liam Rodriguez, Marcos. There were more." Her fingers dug in his hard constructed muscles, "You look so strong. I'll give you everything, myself, money, property. My brother is so rich. Help me."

"Do you have no respect for women?" "You have no right to interfere, Ethan," the ruthless said, his voice dripping with disdain. "This is between me and my wife, and you have no right to stick your nose in our business. Or is she sleeping with you too, since you seem to know so much about our private affairs?" His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I couldn't help but react. I was furious at his accusations, his insinuation that I was a "cheap slut." I couldn't let him get away with saying that about me. “I am a not a slut and I can never be one and let’s talk about you?,

She stood still, dumbstruck. "Who do you think you are to judge me?" "your lawyer..." "yes" He cuts in "The lawyer who fucks the wife of a billionaire, how fulfilling" She glared at him, her nose flaring and her hands ready to grab any sharp object. "I love him, can you relate? No, I bet you can't. The only thing that you are good at is manipulating people when they are at their lowest, most vulnerable, and women with cheating husbands!" Rachel scolds moving towards him as she puts on her bra rigorously.

At this point, keeping a rich kid alive seemed a lot less stressful than dealing with corporate sharks. "The client is extremely particular, Miss Brooks," the agency director, Mrs. Gable, had warned me this morning. "The pay is triple our standard rate, but there is a high turnover. No one lasts more than a week." "I can handle particular," I told her, squeezing my hands together under the table to hide their shaking. That was how I found myself standing in front of the iron gates of the Cross Estate. My heart did a violent tap-dance against my ribs. Cross. As in Killian Cross. The enigmatic, terrifying billionaire who ran Cross Industries—the very man Tristan and Sienna were desperate to im

He looked at my hand, then slowly lifted his gaze to mine. That look alone made my chest tighten. “Your father wasn’t just an accountant, Nora,” he said quietly. My breath caught. “What?” “He was hired three years ago to audit offshore companies,” Adrian continued. “What he didn’t know was that those companies were tied to the Vanguard Syndicate.” The name hit me like a shock. I had heard of it before. Not clearly. Not openly. Always in whispers. Something powerful. Hidden. Dangerous. “That’s not possible,” I said slowly.

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

“Aria, Xavier is filthy rich. Thousands of women would kill to be in your position. Have you seen the hate comments women throw at you online? They're vicious. And yet, out of every woman in the world, he chose you.” I scoffed. “Because I'm easy. Because he knows that I'm broke and I need the money.” She sighed. “This person in question is known as the cold and ruthless billionaire.” Her voice was firm. “Self-centered. Emotionally unavailable. That's what they say about him. Every article. Every interview. Every rumor in the city of New York speaks of him that way.” I stayed quiet.

“But I won’t deny it—he’s gorgeous as hell.” What was she talking about? I followed her gaze. Electric black eyes scanned the room. People turned to look at him as he entered. He moved through the crowded club with an air of superiority. Just like the first time he brought me here. A head-turning billionaire. A narcissistic billionaire who carefully guards his image. Magazines paint him as generous. A philanthropist. A donor. A man who runs an orphanage. Please. Even if the sea boiled or a volcano erupted, I doubt he’d spare a penny without purpose.

“But tonight you seem almost… nervous.” He looked down, lips twisting. “Maybe I am. You’re intimidating when you want to be.” I laughed, surprised. “You’re the billionaire. I’m just… me.” “You’re not ‘just’ anything,” he shot back, a roughness to his voice. “You’re more special than that.”