My Ruthless Billionaire Novelas e Histórias

That is why I am here. My grandfather, Norman De Luca is the richest man in New York and the third richest in the country, America. He owns different companies, hotels, restaurants and so on and also deals on real estates. His son, my dad Jeremy De Luca managed the company for him with my mom, Anabel De Luca but 5 years ago, they died in a car accident. I know the accident isn’t ordinary and someone is behind it and I have been searching for the person all to no avail for five years. I won’t give up and I won’t hesitate to slit the person’s throat when I sees him.

‘When his family had had enough of his behaviour and the way it was ruining their reputation in other countries and also ruining the business, they made him take the position of CEO of the empire founded on his blood and sweat but that did nothing to stop him. ‘It only gave him more power,’ Aria paused and leaned closer to Luciana to whisper into her ear as if they weren’t the only ones in the room. ‘Nobody knows this, and you won’t find it in the papers, but I believe he hasn’t changed, being in that position only gave him the power to do shit and make sure it doesn’t get to the news.’ ‘How do you know that?’ Luciana whispered in return. ‘Because somehow, every negative news about him and t

An incident happened to occur which made me run away from my horrible nightmares. I find myself working as a maid for the cold CEO. Everything was alright not until I started having weird wet dreams about him. Hardy____: He was the most mysterious heir of Rovio Group, the richest billionaire man in the country. A playboy who never believed in love, all he ever cared about was money. He's a cold-blooded, decisive controller among the massive business empire . It's said he didn't hesitate to kill his brothers and finally succeed the CEO of Rovio Group.

I said, answering. "Define good." His voice was tight. "We've got a problem. A big one." "What kind of problem?" "The Victor Russo kind of problem." I straightened. Victor Russo was a corporate raider. He was some hot shit millionaire who circled bankrupt companies and tore them apart for profit. He was said to be ruthless, aggressive, and very, very good at what he did. He was never in my circles, though, and our paths never crossed. I knew he was staying away from me on purpose.

I know I shouldn't be saying this in my state but this man is gorgeous, and, aside from the fact that he was handsome, he also had this look of arrogance as he glanced at his watch every second like he had no time to waste here. He walked in slowly and stood behind the door. "Who..who are you?" I asked awakening myself from the lustful thoughts I have of him already. He took a glance at the paper in his hands and then moved closer to me. "Hazel Carter..." He called, his voice sounding so deep. I listened attentively and waited for him to complete his sentence. "I am here to propose a deal. I'll pay all the expenses for your surgery, and give you an additional five hundred thousand dollars if

She yawned. She had been sitting for a long time, she was fatigued. “And you didn’t see him till you got here?”Ann inquired. “Yes, I have called him over fifty times. He's not taking the call and he's not returning the call”. Roxana sounds tired. “That’s bad. Too bad,”Ann lamented. “Too bad.I didn’t go to my workplace today. Just to see him and set things straight with him”She hissed. “Truly, he is exactly what the people call him ‘The Ruthless billionaire’. Now, I know he is”.

I stared at my hands, calloused and worn, and wondered if I could even pull it off. He tapped the paper in front of him, a profile I hadn't yet dared to read. "I'll pair you with someone tonight," Conrad said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he took a sip. The clinking of the ice was the only sound in the room for a moment. "He's a billionaire—or at least that's what he insists on being called. But he's more than that. Powerful. Ruthless. One of the most influential men in the country."

I freeze at the sight of the magnificent, towering building before me. I get to live here? Wow. I pull my things from the car and stand in front of the building, heart pounding. In a few minutes, I’ll meet Bentley Brown—Boston’s most arrogant, proud, self-absorbed billionaire. And honestly? It scares me a little. But I’ve promised myself I won’t take offense to whatever he throws at me. I’ll deal with my crackhead boss no matter what.

A man strolled into the lobby, completely bypassing the security checkpoints with the effortless, terrifying arrogance of someone who owned the world. He was young, breathtakingly handsome, and completely lethal. He wore a custom, midnight blue Italian suit that screamed old European money. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his striking, golden hazel eyes locked onto Zara with an intensity that felt entirely predatory. This was Rafael Rossi. The ruthless, twenty eight year old foreign billionaire who had just legally purchased all of Julian's liquidated assets in a massive, all cash offshore buyout. Rafael didn't look at the reporters. He didn't look at Silas's heavily armed guards. He

I glanced up at the man I'd bumped into and gasped when my eyes met his icy dark green pissed-off ones, my heart kicking up a bit faster. Belshar Nessar Abed; the rumored heartless killer billionaire with Mafia ties and every company in Hartford rivalry. His gaze slowly took in the damage my red wine had done to his white shirt before they came to land murderously on me. I gulped because it was so intense, that it stole the breathe right out of my lungs. Was he going to kill me?