Playboy Philanthropist Billionaire Novels & Stories

But the moment my eyes landed on the cover, my stomach sank. There I was, staring back at myself from the glossy page. The headline was bold, impossible to miss: “Playboy Heartbreaker: Billionaire Treats Women Like Trash.” I began to read. The article beneath the headline only made it worse: “Owen Brown: Billionaire Playboy or Heartless Player? It is no secret that Owen Brown, one of Los Angeles’s wealthiest restaurateurs, has never been the settling down type. Known for his charming smile and effortless good looks, Brown is the kind of man who draws women in with ease , only to leave them shattered in his wake.

“My wife started this charity years ago. Cynthia always wanted children but when she was diagnosed with cancer, we knew that wasn’t going to be in the cards for us. She wanted to make a difference in the time she had left and she loved Christmas. It had been a lot smaller then, but I expanded it after she passed.” “So this is special for you,” I said. In my research before the interview, there was no mention of a wife. The word “playboy” had been thrown around but I remembered that in all the public photos, he rarely had a woman on his arm. It didn’t seem so playboy-ish to me. And neither did giving tons of money to children. Michael was shaping into someone else than I thought he was.

“But I won’t deny it—he’s gorgeous as hell.” What was she talking about? I followed her gaze. Electric black eyes scanned the room. People turned to look at him as he entered. He moved through the crowded club with an air of superiority. Just like the first time he brought me here. A head-turning billionaire. A narcissistic billionaire who carefully guards his image. Magazines paint him as generous. A philanthropist. A donor. A man who runs an orphanage. Please. Even if the sea boiled or a volcano erupted, I doubt he’d spare a penny without purpose.

“And it benefits me. It will be a very high profile donation. Philanthropy can be good for business.” He turned away from me and started walking again, his strides so long I had to take two to his every one. All of the soft feelings vanished. I knew he was ruthless when it came to business. His reputation was legendary. The man who, ten years ago, had become the youngest billionaire in the world. The man who crushed competition without a hint of conscience. He was well known for destroying any obstacles in his way, regardless of the fallout to anyone else. The bottom line was king. Wasn’t the fact that he had agreed to a marriage with me to boost his profits ample proof of that? Of course I

I asked, annoyed that everyone was so impressed with this man. “Are you kidding?” Jake began acting like a mesmerized teenager excited to meet his favorite pop star. “The man’s a god! He’s accomplished more in just a few years than most real estate investors accomplish in their lifetime. Not to mention his extensive list of philanthropic work. He’s donated more than a hundred million dollars to different cancer organizations and studies.” “Wow.” I was a little surprised. “I had no idea. I suppose I’ll have to tell him all about his biggest fan during our next meeting.”

My dad is one of the richest men here in California. He has a lot of estates, businesses, companies, investments and a whole lot more than you can imagine. And I am the only son. Meaning, I am the only one who will inherit his properties when he passes away. Yet, I still have a name for myself. I am Peter Vlachos The youngest billionaire in America. California Hottest playboy. I am the mafia leader of BLACK DIAMONDS. A rich tycoon. A brilliant gambler. Owner of so many casinos.

I nodded, and we left the club together, stepping out into the cool New York night. The city glittered around us, beautiful and brutal and utterly indifferent to girls like me. Somewhere in those towers of glass and steel, Declan Westcott was planning something. Something that involved me in ways I could not begin to understand. I pulled out my phone and stared at the hospital's missed calls. Then I opened a new search and typed his name. The results were immediate and overwhelming. Billionaire. CEO. Philanthropist. Playboy. Page after page of images showing him at galas, business meetings, charity events. Always alone. Always in control.

He looks familiar to Romeo so he tries to recollect how knows him. Yes. It's no other than James Pores. Who wouldn't know James Pores? He is one of the youngest billionaires. At 25, he inherited a hundred billion dollars when his parents died. Some sources say he killed them but no one has any proof whatsoever. However, no one knows anything about his private life. It was a great surprise for Romeo to see him with Maria. Curiosity takes the better part of him and he moves closer and begins to hear their conversation. "So how long will keep hiding Maria? James asks sarcastically.

Thank you was her only response. Asia looked at the information in front of her and frowned. Max Long was one of the richest men in China.. Max was labeled Man of the year multiple times. She was just shocked that the same man downstairs was this same gentleman. The article that really caught her attention was the one titled Playboy CEO.. She thought back to the two women oh his arms… Stupid women will do anything for money… Max Long might have been a playboy but he was an excellent businessman… He has been rewarded many awards and accomplishments… Looking at this man profile she could tell why he was so rich…

There were rumors he even dated a princess, but there were only ever grainy photos that didn’t prove anything. It seemed as he got further on in his career and turned thirty, he cleaned up his act. Or at least stayed out of the public eye. A company he invested in became a Fortune 500 company, and between his profits from that and the countless brand deals he took and the record-breaking contract he signed four years ago, he was named a billionaire by Forbes before he ever turned thirty-five.