Owned By The Billionaire Novels & Stories

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

, Justin asked. " Oh sorry, where are my manners?", the voice said, " my name is Tristan Kelly, the current CEO of Kelly Medicals and the heir to the billion-dollar conglomerate, Kelly Group", he said. " Oh, I never thought I'd meet you. I know your dad. We've done business together, and I'm guessing you're the Playboy, drug-loving son, he keeps on whining about", Justin said.

"But that one in the middle. That's Kelvin Conner." The name didn't mean anything to me. She must have seen the confusion on my face because she grabbed my shoulders. "Kelvin Conner," she repeated. "The billionaire. He owns half the buildings in this city. He's on the news all the time. He's literally the richest man in New York." I looked back at the group to try to see which one she meant. The man in the middle was tall with brown hair combed to the side, gray eyes that looked at the club like he owned it. I guess he probably could buy it if he wanted to.

Elena said immediately. “It really is,” Stacy agreed. I rubbed my forehead. This was why I avoided telling them things. “Can we please talk about something else?” “Fine,” Elena said with a suspiciously sweet smile. “Corporate event next week.” Stacy grinned wickedly. “And guess who will be attending?” I tried to act like I didn’t care. “Who?” “Sebastian Cross again.” Stacy wiggled her eyebrows. “A whole billionaire with cheekbones that could cut glass.”

Fuck, what the hell had come over me? “Babe, are you there?” Nancy's voice drew me out of my reverie. Regaining my composure, I responded. “Yes, I am. I will buy shares in his company with Roshome and several fake companies.” “Go on.” “A little birdie told me that he has shares at Hamilton, a company whose owner is currently being investigated for money laundering. As he's one of the largest shareholders, he will most definitely be investigated at some point,” “Okay, I kinda like this idea. Continue.” Nancy said, and I smiled.

"The company is owned by Mr. Dustin Stone, a billionaire who made—" "Mr who?" I exclaimed in astonishment. "Dustin Stone. He is our new partner..."

She just said the so-called hirer was a billionaire, and he is hiring staffs, which I’m sure would be no other but domestic staffs, but are there other billionaires around here if not Jaxton? Ever since I got to know him, I had never heard of or seen any other billionaire in the city. All I knew and had heard of was him all the way, and him alone. “Billionaire? Does he have a name?” I asked. “Yes, his name is Zain. He rules the city near us. Everyone there calls him lord, because all the cabs, hotels and estates in the city are either his, or affiliated to his company.” She said, spreading her hands to make emphasis.

Jillian stared at Dominic for what seemed like forever. At this point her eyes were already filled with tears. Dominic looked at her with pity in his eyes but only for a split second then he quickly adjusted his gaze. No matter how much he took a liking to her, he had to remind himself that he was still her boss and she had violated company’s policy. “Ms. Richards, I believe I asked you a question”. Jillian got a hold of herself and wiped her tears. “I’m not sure what to say, where to start…”, Jillian was interrupted, “from the beginning”, what, “start from the beginning”, Dominic told Jillian. Jillian told Dominic about how her and her friend just went out to celebrate her getting the job,

"Brought my grandson home? Cute. But Alex isn't yours alone. I have custody papers faked, but ironclad. Sign the empire back, or lose him." Ethan's blood boiled, but he kept cool. "Fuck you. Try it." He hung up, and with Noah's nod, they geared up lawyers on speed dial, feds alerted. Yet, Richard struck fast: Paparazzi swarmed the building, headlines screaming *Billionaire's Secret Love Child! Gay Fiancé Steals Family?*

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.