Owend By The Billionaire Beast Novels & Stories

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.

She voiced, the atmosphere became quiet when no one walked in, I turned towards her direction. His daughter face looked pale, the little girl was almost at the point of crying. I held unto my garment about to stand up before a tall middle aged man walked in. Adrian walked in with different bodyguards, this man surely knows how to pull a stunt. That's the major reason he's called the most recognized billionaire. They walked unbothered, calculatively towards the stage. Little Mira eyes widened, while she held her mouth. The sudden glow in her face was massive and I was deeply happy. I turned back to the stage, he was so handsome that I didn't recognize the villian I know.

It was time to see just how much frost he could unleash on a world that had forgotten the sting of winter. The gates groaned open, revealing the dark, winding streets of Oakhaven. Aiden stepped forward, his heart pounding in rhythm with the approaching snow. He was no longer just a boy from the mountains. He was the Obsidian Beast, and he had finally come home to burn it all down. Behind him, Vane checked the safety on his pistol and whispered, "Welcome to the end, kid." Aiden didn't respond. He simply watched the flickering torches of the guard patrol, waiting for them to notice the sudden, unnatural cold spreading through the city gate. The countdown to the chaos had started, and there was

Unbothered, completely unbothered , by the hundreds of snarling werewolves packed around his landing zone. He looked straight up at the balcony where Dante and I were standing. The Old World was dead. But the real monsters of the modern age, the billionaires, the shadow governments, and the tech tycoons—yeah, they finally found us. And they came for our magic, like it was theirs all along.

I had no choice but to hold my breath as best I could. Along the way, Owen took several calls, and I heard it all. One minute, he was crooning with someone he called "babe". In the next, he bragged about being best buddies with the CEO of Lewis Group. And finally, he told his "sweetheart" he'd come over tomorrow night. One particular detail made me raise my brow. As it turned out, I was the CEO of Lewis Group. When did Owen and I become best buddies? Soon enough, we arrived at his destination—Diamond Club, the most extravagant high-end club in the city. I parked the car and handed him the keys.

It rang twice before a deep voice answered. “Mr. Blackwood.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “Launch the documents. Every single one.” Sienna’s breath hitched. There was a pause on the other end. “You’re sure?” “Do it now,” Damien ordered. The call ended, and within seconds, Sienna’s phone vibrated. A news alert flashed across her screen. BREAKING: CEO Adrian Blackwood Under Investigation for Money Laundering and Fraud** Her hands trembled as she read the headline. It was happening. The war had begun.

I told her as I scanned the items. “I’m Hannah, thank you, I’m sure it is going to be a real experience, I just started working as a PA at Rosewood Productions.” My ears perked up at her response, Rosewood Productions was owned by Lance Rosewood, one of the most powerful men here in Seattle. Though, he was known to be a hardheaded, and truly gruesome human.

Trace is sitting in his swivel chair, appreciating the view of the night lights of the city, where the building he owned is the biggest and tallest in the city. Sipping the brandy, celebrating a new success that he has lately. A self-made billionaire, reaching his dreams while he is on the verge of falling apart, but now he achieve his dreams. He feels that everything he wants is at his hand, except one woman from his past. When he finally dares to open the folder, he read all the information carefully, and can't hide his disappointment.

Nolan Vale has no heart. That is what he tells himself every time he seduces a target, steals a secret, and disappears before the sun rises. Known only by his codename, Ghost, he is the most valuable asset in an organization that does not exist on paper, trained since childhood to become whoever a mission requires him to be. His newest assignment should be simple. Infiltrate the Blackwood empire. Get close to the twin heirs who built an unshakable dynasty on the bones of their enemies. Extract the truth buried beneath their fortune. Walk away before anyone learns his name. But Alistair Blackwood, the Ice King of New York, does not simply fall for beautiful strangers. He collects them, stud

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”