Owned By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

“Welcome, gentlemen. I hope you don’t mind—I took the liberty of inviting myself.” Silas’s voice was lethal. “You’re trespassing.” “Am I?” Kane tapped the tablet in front of him. A document appeared on the massive screen behind him—stock certificates, transfer agreements, signatures. “As of 8:17 this morning, I own 51% of Vane Industries. Silent partners. Quiet acquisitions. You were busy with… personal matters.” Aiden’s stomach dropped. The photo. The leash. Silas stepped forward. “You’ll be out of that chair in ten minutes.”

I am lost in my anime till Gregory comes over to me "Denise, it's time for us to leave". I sit up, putting on my sandals as Gregory helps me up to my feet. When Gregory told me he was taking me for a business meeting I never expected this, I don't think I have truly grasped what the concept of being a billionaire truly means. We are seated in his private jet, an actual private jet. I've been in awe since I stepped in, the jet has a bed and even a bar . "good lord". In my wildest dream I wouldn't have even seen this.

He said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.

“…Okay, and?” The look Naomi gave her could curdle milk. “You seriously don’t get it?” she whispered, leaning in and lowering her voice as if the walls themselves might snitch. “Not just any billionaire. Anthony Jeffery owns more than half the companies in this city. Real estate, tech, media, security firms—everything. People don’t cross him. They don’t even breathe wrong around him.” Anna’s throat worked. “Why?”

She hesitated before answering. “Elena Romano.” The voice on the other end was smooth, calculated. “Miss Romano. I hear you’re in the market for a new ally.” She straightened. “Who’s asking?” A low chuckle. “Someone who can help you bury Killian Graves.” Elena’s pulse quickened. She already knew who it was. Marcus Langley. A billionaire with just as much power as Killian—except he preferred to stay in the shadows, pulling strings instead of making himself a target.

He thundered beneath the loud sound. “Do I look like someone that wanna answer you?” I said with my left brow shifted in annoyance and side lip smirking in disdain, I wish I can just kill this guy. “You don’t talk to me that way moron! I’m the fuckin owner of Meyers corp, the sole heir to Deluxe enterprises, I’m freakin among the tenth young billionaires in this whole of Atlanta!” He said with his shoulder lifted with clear arrogance. “So how did all this help me care about you getting hit by a car?” I asked numbly.

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

When talking about the gay billionaire, it means only one person Charles Eden, one of the ranking richest man in the world and also a shareholder in Shrap broadcasting Corporation. But what can Mr Dale have about him? "Continue" I said since as he has gotten my full attention. "No Miss Shrap, that isn't how it works. You have to pay to hear it and believe me this is so huge. We never know, this might be your way to great success and fame." "And you have to pay a huge price to hear the billionaire secret" he said while I groaned. "Where are you? Let's meet, I will come with the payment"

Cherry spoke as a matter of fact. “Seriously he owns this building, this business. He is the face of America, the only billionaire dude that gives no shit about people when they step the wrong side. He is never slow to react, he fires anyone he wishes like sandpaper.” Diana spoke with a warning tone, dusting her hands as if there was sand on them to make her point. “The owner? Like the creator of the job interview held two days ago!” Cherry asked in a slight panic, fearing the answer which already knew. ‘