Owned By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Assets & Holdings: Villa Callista – A massive private estate in Mykonos, Greece, overlooking the Aegean Sea. Castello di Aetheria – A centuries-old Italian castle converted into a private retreat. The Icarion Tower – A high-rise in Manhattan, housing luxury penthouses, corporate offices, and a private floor restricted to his use alone. Blackstone Manor – A secluded mansion in the English countryside, rumored to have underground vaults. Olympus Heights – A luxury skyscraper in Dubai, part of his vast real estate empire. Private Yacht – Selene – A state-of-the-art superyacht equipped with everything from a helipad to a wine cellar.

Sophia's screams were silenced by the soundproofing of the sedan as it sped away into the night. When the sedan finally stopped, Sophia was pulled out and led into a grand, opulent mansion with her face tied. She was deposited into a lavish bedroom, where a figure waited in the shadows. As the figure stepped forward, Sophia's eyes widened in shock. It was Marcus Thompson, the reclusive billionaire his piercing gaze and chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Sophia, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," "oh look at those curves.”Marcus said, his deep voice dripping with entitlement. "I've been waiting for you."

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” Lena snorted. “I’m guessing someone rich, powerful, and incredibly used to hearing the word yes.” “Rafael Blackthorne.” Her hand paused mid-air. The name was familiar. The tabloids. The real estate empire. The luxury clubs. The model girlfriends. The lawsuits. She glanced at him again—yep. It tracked. “Cool,” she said, unfazed. “Still going to need you to pay in cash if your card has more scandals than credit.”

She said in a nonchalant tone. "Some billionaire?? Claire, you don't even know the owner??" Claire shrugged her shoulders. "It's one of the best in Seattle." "And did you know that?" "Internet." She avoided my gaze. "Tell me the owner's name, receipts. I need something." "Fine." Her voice was a bit annoyed. "It's owned by a billionaire that doesn't want his name on paper." "Can you do anything right?" I placed my hands on my face. "Did anything happen? Are there people we should be scared of?"

Sometimes the most powerful person is the one nobody notices. Adrian looked at the acquisition map again. Four companies. Four strategic assets. All useful to him. All suddenly controlled by an unknown billionaire. His hands tightened. “Find out who owns Blackmere Capital.” “We're trying.” “No.” Adrian's voice became quiet. “Find out who owns the person who owns it.” Daniel stared at him. “That's going to take time.” “Then don't waste any.” Adrian turned toward the window. For the first time, the city looked different.

He himself was the owner of this mall? Why was this even surprising her? How could she forget that he was a billionaire business tycoon, who owned dozens of properties and places almost all over the world. Esme sighed. “MUMMA….” Elea's scream reverberated, freezing Esme completely. What happened to her child? Esme dashed towards the direction he and their daughter had gone.

I asked as they dropped the third palette into my basket. "Bitch please," Lena laughed. "He's a goddamn billionaire. He won't care." "He is?" Serena's eyes widened. "Yeah, like old money type. His great grandad made a killing in oil. That's what they bought the land Mountain Ridge is built on with. When the oil dried up they moved to property. He owns all of the holiday cabins between Cedar Wood and Mountain Ridge, the ones the humans use." "Does he have brothers?" Serena asked. "Only child but you get that you literally own a castle, don't you? And you have an investment portfolio worth a fortune. The elders have been looking after it all until someone to inherit can be decided on but now y

The tension between them softened, replaced by something deeper—admiration, awe. “Wait…” Jake’s eyes widened. “Is the millionaire the owner?” Robert smiled faintly. “No, son. The project belongs to a young man named Ronald Williams, a billionaire. He’s the son of Richard William.” Jake’s grin spread slowly. “A billionaire? Wow! Dad, you’re getting bigger. Very soon… you’ll be up there with the millionaires like Mr Richard Blake.” Robert chuckled, the weariness in his face giving way to pride. “Yes, son.”

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.