Patrick Healy Billionaire Novels & Stories

Matthew asked, "We're both single; what's stopping you or troubling you, bro?" Patrick sighed, as he wasn't yet ready to reveal anything to anyone about his heart troubles. Meanwhile, A billionaire business mogul, Mr. Bright, who was into oil and gas in City A, had seen how far and well Patrick had made a big name for himself in the heart of City A, where the elite lived. Mr. Bright wanted his daughter to become married to Patrick, as he admired Patrick so much as a prominent young billionaire. He visited Patrick's office at PAT GROUP headquarters and made some business proposals to help establish Patrick's business status more.

David Cruz is the youngest billionaire bachelor in their generation. David owned different businesses, such as a five-star hotel and restaurant, one of the most famous malls in the country, and a law firm. At a young age, David managed to build his own empire, making him the most influential and popular bachelor.

I politely asked her and she looked like she was losing her patience. “Who else is my boyfriend? It’s your CEO! Don’t you know me?!” She raised her tone, capturing some of our people’s attention. “I would like to ask you to tone down your voice, ma’am, he’s still in the meeting and that is why I’m asking what your name is because I'm not familiar with you,” I told her. She couldn’t believe what I just said before removing her shades, my eyes widened after realizing who she was. “I’m Hayleigh Baltazar, the famous actress, and the youngest female billionaire,” She rolled her eyes.

“You weren’t going to come with us willingly. Besides, Mr. Harrington gave orders” “Mr. Harrington?” “ Christian Harrington. The only heir to the Harrington empire” “This must be a joke” I blink at him. Christian Harrington? The Christian Harrington? The invisible billionaire no one has actually seen? He rarely appears in public. No one even knows what he looks like. And out of over 300 million people in this country, I somehow ended up on the radar of the only heir to one of the five most powerful families in America? “ Here” He drops a brown envelope on my laps and orders one of the other men to untie me.

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

"Not yet. We need a plan." Noah's eyes darkened with want, but he nodded. "Fine. Let's think." They sat at the kitchen island, laptops open, sifting through files Miranda had left. Bank records, emails, hidden accounts all pointing to Richard's web of deceit. But one name kept popping up: Victor Hale, a shadowy investor tied to offshore deals. "Who is he?" Noah asked, zooming in on a photo of an older man, sharp features, eerily similar to Richard.

Christine snorted. “Who hasn’t? Kade Harrison was a famous quarterback and a billionaire, and Travis Harrison is a smart businessman. I think it’s great that they both help.” “We don’t just help,” Terrence said. “We run the whole thing. Jayden Knight handles the money, and the rest of us do the fundraising and other things that need to be done.” She pulled back and looked at him. “Is every billionaire in America part of this? Wow! Jayden Knight, too?”

I walked away with Daniel trailing behind me. The evening blurred into the usual nonsense. “Daniel,” I said smoothly, lowering my voice, “don’t stand too close to me. People might think you’re my date. I’m not interested in tonight’s headlines reading Billionaire Comes Out at Charity Gala.” Daniel choked on a laugh. “Not bad.” I gave him a stern look, lips twitching. “Now spread out. Look useful. Pretend you’re scouting investors.” “Christian Reed.” That fucking voice! I turned, jaw tightening. Robert Harper. Elizabeth’s father. His suit was pressed, his smile wide, but his eyes gave him away—hungry, desperate. The kind of man who would claw his way into any room that promised influence.

He said in a calm and decisive tone while I stared at him cautiously. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard earlier and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

I nodded, remembering the headlines that had dominated the news for weeks. "Well, it turns out Richardson Pharma was our biggest client. When they went down, they took half our portfolio with them. But that wasn't even the worst part." Abigail's voice grew quieter, more fragile. "My father invested everything, I mean everything he had in their expansion. Our personal assets, the company reserves, even mortgaged our family home." "Oh, my God, Abigail..." I felt my heart sink for her.