My Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

Mr Alex said on TV and I winced. "He's so arrogant." I muttered. "What does he think he has?" Mom asked and I chuckled. "He has a company, he's quite a handsome young billionaire and his company is the perfect place that I can work to get famous quickly." I said and Mom looked at me surprised. "How?" She asked. "He is into event planning and fashion designing, he was given the contract of planning the wedding of the president's daughter." I answered and mom grinned excitedly. "That's really something he should boast of, I can now see why he is arrogant."

I don't want him to get angry anytime soon. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows. I gulped down saliva in my throat. "Even when I don't?" he asked. "I-I I don't know... I just know that you... you are my husband and it's my duty" I answered honestly. "I am the darkest person you can ever meet Hailey. I am the most ruthless man of the North Mafia and thus of the biggest Mafia business. I am the one who knows and believes that love is nothing more than a state of mind that in medicals can be called Insanity. I am the last person who anyone can care about" he said.

The results were endless—articles praising his tech empire, photos of him at galas and award ceremonies, and countless pieces touting his status as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. One headline caught my eye: “Nikolas Woods: Ruthless Visionary or Cunning Tyrant?” I clicked on it, skimming through the text, which detailed his sharp business acumen and the many enemies he’d made in his rise to the top. I shook my head, dropping my phone onto the nightstand. “What did I get myself into?” I muttered under my breath. The device buzzed just as I was about to turn off the lamp. A text lit up the screen. Unknown Number:

She fancied this brunch would end as soon as possible. He still held her wrist. He was actually behaving like a decent boyfriend which she didn’t get to have ever. She swore he had a serious anger issue, just a little pinch he might explode, or destroy you. He had reserved a private space with large windows. He must be a billionaire. He could easily get anyone, capable of attracting anyone. Perchance, his anger issue couldn’t hook his choice. He didn’t budge until she finished her food. He held her hand. Her stomach clenched. She ignored the feelings his touch gave her every time. He strolled down toward the parking lot. He stopped near his car.

I asked in a very professional manner. "Daniel Bruno." His voice echoed and my hand froze while writing his name. "Daniel Bruno.” My lips moved. Smiling, he walked to the front of the desk, standing in front of me; he put his steel gray eyes into my curious gaze. "Yes, Miss Jane." He read my name from the name tag while smiling. "I own this place." He said and I trembled. He was Daniel Bruno, a famous ruthless billionaire. He was the owner of this place. He was standing in front of me.

Knox murmured, his voice sending a delicious vibration through the line. "What man in his right mind would throw away the very anchor keeping his ship afloat?" I squeezed the phone tight, my heart hammering against my ribs. On the other side of this line was arguably the most powerful, dangerous billionaire in the country. Knox Hartley. A man whose name was synonymous with ruthless dominance. For what it was worth, his heavy compliment was like a light balm to the wounds my self-esteem had endured over the last decade. "Don't worry," I said, propping my laptop over my knees and opening the file containing Finn’s mismanaged portfolio data.

She had been my confidante, the one person who saw the real Luca behind the ruthless businessman. As we pulled up to the club, the transition from the subdued world of mourning to the vibrant, pulsating nightlife was jarring. The club, one of many I owned, was a testament to my success—opulent, exclusive, and perpetually buzzing with energy. The valet opened the door, and I stepped out, immediately sensing the shift in the air. Heads turned, whispers spread like wildfire. Luca Rossi, the enigmatic, handsome billionaire, had arrived.

"Unfortunately I do, I've had the displeasure for the past few weeks of wading through your filth. I have the children you sold away into captivity by the way. By the end of tomorrow the whole world is going to know what you are not to worry." He struggled against his restraints and swore a blue streak. Demented fuck. I stood back and let him tire his old ass out. Funny, up close he didn't look like either of his personas. Not the great senator, nor the axis of evil. Instead he looked like a sixty five year old degenerate down on his luck.

Did I just meet the ruthless billionaire, I use to hear of him but I never saw him, John talks about him even Chloe "Noooo….somebody should wake me up" I muttered fanning myself "Did I just propose to the ruthless billionaire mogul" "ALPHA WANE"

“Their response is still the same - No. They said that they need someone who's more stable and dedicated to handle the project.” My forehead creased in confusion, “Stable? What does that mean? I'm a freaking billionaire who runs a chain of companies simultaneously and all of them are doing well. What other stability do they require?” Mark chuckled, “that's where you have it all wrong, Amigo. He's not talking about stability in that area but in your personal life. No offence but your relationship life has been pretty chaotic. You just use them and throw them to the curb. Half of the female population in America are breathing threats against you. Summarily, your reputation has preceded you.”