My Secret Billionaire Reviews Novels & Stories

But something stopped her. If this person knew about Theo… knew about the penthouse… knew enough to take photos inside her own apartment… How long had they been watching? She opened the photos again. Zoomed in on the first one. Theo’s bed. The dinosaur nightlight she bought last Christmas. The crack in the wall she always meant to patch. Everything familiar. Everything wrong. She typed. What do you want? Reply came faster this time. Money. A lot of it. Or I send these to every tabloid in the city. “Billionaire’s Secret Love Child” sells papers.

I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog. “No known relationship status.” That line caught me. He has no woman in his life? That’s surprising. Other billionaires usually have countless exes, but he seems different. That’s another reason why I’m drawn to him. An example of a typical wealthy man is Ryker. That fool changes women like he changes his boxers. I feel disgusted remembering how desperate I was, and how I ended up giving that eel my pride. I read more blogs on other celebrities, even Mena.

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

"Let them think they've won. Dr. Chen's little rescue operation is useful to us. Every woman she saves leads us to more targets. Every safe house she establishes gives us new hunting grounds." Derek's eyebrows rose slightly. "I don't understand." "You don't need to understand. You just need to follow orders." I walked past him into my study, where the real prizes waited. The safe behind my desk contained more than money or jewelry. Inside were hard drives containing thirty years of the Blackwater Files, Richard Blackstone's insurance policy against the powerful men he'd done business with. Senators, judges, foreign dignitaries, Fortune 500 CEOs. All of them were compromised. All of them are

I wasn’t even sure if it was spelled with one r or two, but God must’ve been on my side ‘cause the moment I hit enter— Boom. Her picture. Seirra Morgan. That same fire in her eyes. Even through the screen, she looked untouchable. Like a goddess dipped in money and mystery. Her bio hit me like a punch — top ten female billionaires, CEO of her own empire, Forbes-featured, award-winning… Jesus. She was a walking threat. A total queen. And I let her walk out of my room like she didn’t just shift my entire axis. I didn’t waste time. My phone was already ringing.

He might be a billionaire, but he was also the man that had struggled, he was also the man that had known pain. And Abigail knew that those two things together, could be an amazing force for good. After all, look at her, look at Lyall. They had suffered, and so, they were willing to endure great personal hardships to stop that same suffering in others. Abigail knew that was Mark's heart, too. Abigail knew he was better than her, than Lyall, than all of them put together. And besides, it would be a little hypocritical of her to refuse him now on the basis of his wealth, when she had just unearthed laws making herself one of the youngest female CEO billionaires in history.

back then. He nodded and moved slightly away from me. "What a waste. You two look good together, sis." He squealed softly as if his excited. My lips twitched. "Look good together? Just which part? He is a billionaire while I am just a humble secretary," I said bitterly. I received a weak slap on my shoulder which made me look at him. "That's an off-fashion, sis, what is that a drama series? Do you believe in that? " she asked and sat on the rectangular couch.

"What? What secret?" "What secret have you got?" "None." "Really? Including the one point eight billion dollars hidden in your very cozy apartment?" With every reveal, Richard is taken aback but this one is worth more than any other. He immediately bends down as far as he can go. "Please don't kill me or tell anyone. I'll stay quiet all my life. Infact, how much do you want?" The voice chuckles gruffly. "How much do I want? How about if I say I want two billion?"