My Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

“The way he looks at me?” “Yes. I know. It’s how my husband looks at me, how Rafe looks at Marge,” she paused. “Max was right about her brother. He barely talks. And when he does, all he talks about is business. Do you know what they call him in the business world? They named him “The Ruthless Magnate”. And he sure to live up to his name. He seized property by property, whenever he gets the opportunity, building his empire of hotels. But everytime he looks at you, I see tenderness, gentleness, love. Something I have never seen before,” Beatrice gave her a smile and a gentle squiz in her hand. “Honey, whatever situation you are in, whatever set up you and my son have, as long as both of you a

“This isn't solely about you.” Something in his tone tightened her chest. This was more than just a business rivalry. It was personal. Leila’s heart raced. “Who is it?” Adrian exhaled slowly, as though considering the risks of revealing the truth. Finally, he stated, “Dante Russo.” Leila stiffened. She knew that name. A powerful, ruthless businessman. The type who made enemies disappear without a trace. Her stomach churned. “Adrian… what have you done?” He remained unfazed. “I made a deal with the devil.”

”And do you, Killian Lannister, take Cassandra Delaney to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, as long as you both shall live? “I do, Father.” His voice was cold and croaky. He didn’t even think twice as he said it. His eyes were fixed on me. I still couldn't believe that I was now married. I was looking outside the window of the Lamborghini we were riding. He was busy talking to someone over the phone which was better because I didn’t know how to approach him. We are strangers to each other. We were now heading to the reception. It was a grand wedding, of course. I married Killian Lannister, a rut

RUTH sat sadly on the edge of the bed, feeling the sorrow crossing from Lush's eyes to her, now enveloping her entire being. Lush Miguel's as a great grandchild is exceptionally kind, a loving individual, despite being the heir to immense wealth. It's delightful that despite his status, he remains so kind and humble. The parents who raised a billionaire like her boss are truly admirable. Then there's her – a poor girl used and taken advantage of him for money. She didn't want to dwell on it, but Baron once mentioned that he had a father who harbored anger and never acknowledged him. Baron had a different heart from Lush.

And while she had tried to be professional and turn him down, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was interested in more than just a professional relationship. As I listened to her, I felt a surge of anger and protectiveness wash over me. This man had no right to make my wife feel uncomfortable or unwanted. And I knew that I had to do something to stop him. I decided to do some digging on this new boss of Katie's. And what I found shocked me. He was a billionaire entrepreneur, known for his ruthless business tactics and cutthroat mentality. He had made a fortune by crushing his competition and taking no prisoners in the business world.

I snapped coldly, “you’re here begging for sex? No sex for a poor man.” Richard froze. His face hardened. Shame turned quickly to anger. “What do you want me to do?” he shouted. “Rob a bank?!” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Why don’t you ask Malcolm?” At the mention of that name, his jaw clenched. Malcolm Blackwood. One of California’s top business moguls. Powerful, ruthless, wealthy beyond measure. A man known not just for his money, but for his unshakable discipline and street-smart instincts. He was respected and feared in the business world. To Malcolm, every fallen man was an opportunity. Every business collapse, a stepping stone to his next victory.

Tonight was the Bennett Foundation Gala five hundred of New York's elite crammed into the Plaza, writing checks they'd never miss to causes they would never think about again. And he would be there. Dante Russo. My chest tightened just thinking his name. I'd seen his face in Forbes, in the Wall Street Journal, on the covers of magazines that treated him like some kind of king. CEO. Philanthropist. Self-made billionaire. They had no idea what he really was. What we really were. I turned from the window and picked up my clutch it was small and expensive, containing nothing but lipstick, a fake ID, and the kind of courage that only comes from having nothing left to lose.

Lena's fingers tightened on the camera, the plastic cold and slick against her skin. "I'm willing to pay," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. Jeremy Rathbone stepped closer, the rain beading on his dark coat but never quite soaking through. He was a myth in Seattle, a reclusive billionaire known for his vast land holdings and a private security force that was more like a small army. People whispered he was a ghost, a legend who emerged only when the town's secrets grew too loud. "Is that so?" he purred, his smile widening. "Most people would rather the truth stay buried. It's cleaner that way."

"A true Sterling always finishes what he starts." He looked at Elena, his icy-blue eyes softening into a gaze of pure, unadulterated devotion. The cold, ruthless billionaire who had tracked her down in a rundown diner was completely gone, replaced by a patriarch whose empire was no longer measured in stocks, mergers, or billions of dollars. His empire was standing right here in his arms, anchored forever in the love they had reclaimed.

She says screaming at me. Looking at her like she's grown two heads she scoffs in disbelief. "You seriously do not know who that is ?" Shaking my head no she huffs. "See this is why you need to get out more, you live under a rock. Your baby daddy over there is thee Elijah Russo, ruthless billionaire running more than 10 multi million enterprises, was voted the hottest guy five years in the row while businessman of the year ever since he took over his father's company and expanded and brought in ten times more profit than all the Russo's before him.