Nelson Torres Billionaire Novels & Stories

One look, and she could instantly recognize him. "Nelson Davon." Was the name boldly written on it. The more she read about the man, it finally dawned on her that she had slept with a super wealthy Billionaire who owned so many companies, and the best of all in New York. Stunned, she used her hands to cover her mouth, in order not to scream out loud. Was she dreaming, no, it could be a dream that was toying with her. She rubbed her eyes, trying to be sure it was him, but yes, he was the one she had slept with. She stared at the newspaper to read more information about it, and luckily, the address to his ten Billionaire house came in sight.

He laughs. "Actually, it's not even going to make a dent in my bank account. Gale, I'm a billionaire. So, that's the bet. You win, I pay off your loan. But if I win, you go on a date with me." He says. I can imagine him with a smug look on his face. I do need the money. It might take my mind off to the tragedy happened to my sister. If I do this bet, it gives me something else to think about, other than her.

"Because Rodriguez just called. They found something. A money trail from one of Titan Holdings' shell companies. Payment made yesterday to an offshore account." "Payment for what?" "Torres." Leon's expression was grim. "Torres was paid two million dollars twelve hours before she shot David." Aria's world tilted. Torres. The security expert.

SEREIA Monday morning arrived quicker than I expected, I had spent the weekend preparing for the meeting and of course researching about the great Valerian Ashford. Turns out he is a billionaire tech CEO. His company is called Nethrix and they build elite cybersecurity and infrastructure systems used by governments and billion-dollar firms. I never knew he was that rich, I know his suits could have been a tell tale but I guess I didn’t think too far, I mean he his a billionaire and he still lets his grandmother work.

“Transfer executive authority to me permanently. Or transfer primary control to you.” She felt something cold slide down her spine. “Primary control of what?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “The investors’ network.” The words felt abstract. Distant. Until they didn’t. “That’s not a company,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “It’s a financial backbone. Offshore holdings. Political leverage. Strategic debt placements. Media influence. Crisis creation. Crisis resolution.” Her stomach tightened. “This is bigger than Hale.” “Yes.” “Bigger than Cross.”

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

“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.

Charles Miles, a shrewd businessman known for his ruthless tactics, saw Andrea as a potential asset in salvaging the family fortune. Desperate to secure a merger that would inject much-needed capital into the Miles Corporation, Charles devised a strategic alliance with the Zaveri family—a powerhouse in the wine industry. The Zaveris were renowned for their exquisite vineyards and lucrative wine business, making them an ideal partner to bail out the struggling Miles Corporation.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

She still had enough time to refresh her body in a warm bathroom that fit the cold weather today, before heading to her new workplace. Today is her first day within the Al Matthew Industrial Group. This giant group whose branches are all over Europe. She was finally able to be one of them. After two years of hard work, she has obtained certificates of experience that qualify her to reach that group. She has the job of special secretary to the group's chief executive Adam Matthew. The single billionaire, as the newspapers call him, is, despite skipping 30 years, and with so many rumors haunting him about his multiple women's relationships and being a first-class female visitor.