Playboy Philanthropist Billionaire Novels & Stories

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"

At least, she was grateful for her job in his beautiful home. Idris stood at 6'3" tall with a chiseled jawline and piercing green eyes. He was a self-made billionaire with a net worth of over $5 billion. Idris had made his fortune through his technology company which revolutionized the way people accessed and shared information. He had built the company from his illegitimate business, sex trafficking. Not many people knew that he was capable of that terrible crime.

Later, the girl dumped him because she was revenging against him for breaking a lot of girls’ hearts. Since then, he has never dated or slept around. He is 5’5 feet tall and his net worth is two hundred million US dollars. He is thirty-two years old, and he likes playing extreme sports. Fourth, Ron Taylor. He is thirty years old and he is 5’6 feet. He became the CEO of Taylor Group of Companies at twenty-five. Since then, the company has reported a net worth of two hundred and fifty million US dollars. His social life is very little known as he rarely interacts with people. He has a cold personality and a slight disliking towards women. He has a complicated relationship status as others thin

Anyone who saw Adriel would agree that he was extremely good looking. His hair was neatly cut but also slightly ruffled. He had scythe shaped eyebrows. His aquiline nose and prominent cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His opal round shaped eyes held a pair of scintillating loam gray eyes. These were enough to make any woman attracted to him and Adriel Alvarez knew this. He used it to his advantage as well. Adriel Alvarez wasn't just popular for being the successful Ceo and future sole owner of A Globals, he also had a reputation for being a playboy. He changed girlfriends as often as he changed his cars. And he only dated the best and most elite, supermodels, A list actresses and the likes.

"Come on! Classified missions? We've looked into you. Your parents are just poor farmers. You don't even have a brother-in-law. Someone online just recognized your sister. She was a massage therapist!" Josephine gasped. "The photos have been taken down, but someone just messaged me about them. He's willing to pay ten thousand dollars per photo for this set." She pointed at the photo of Jacob stubbing out the cigarette in Natasha's mouth. "They even said they'd be willing to pay 30 million dollars for an ashtray like this!" The men grew extremely excited. "Who knew her death could be worth so much?" "Even though there's not much of her lower body left, the buyer could have her head as an asht

The girl joined the others and as soon as she followed their gaze, Alessia instantly froze in place. Crazy bastard this afternoon! "From what I hear, he's never been seen with a woman." Arabella took a sip of her drink and then spoke again. Yeah, as you guys know. At the age of only 27 years old, Albyazka Stevano has managed to become a young billionaire candidate whose face most often occupies the front cover of business magazines. His track record of success is no longer a secret." "It's not a foreign matter if he plays women." said Vellove.

After debating for a while, she finally decided to read the magazine. Taking the magazine, she flipped to the first page and closed her eyes when she saw Ivan shirtless, posing for the camera while biting his lower lip. She flipped a few more pages in one go and opened her eyes. Once again, his picture appeared, but this time he was fully clothed. Interviewer: "So, what makes you different from all other billionaires?" Ivan: "My vision" (Yeah, he forced a girl, which also makes him different.) She thought.

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.

Pages of them. CEO of Sinclair Holdings, a private investment firm with assets across real estate, biotech, and energy. Forbes listed him at thirty-one. No verified romantic history. No public scandal. A few photographs at charity events, always at the edge of the frame, always looking like he'd rather be somewhere without cameras. One interview from four years ago that he apparently gave under duress and never repeated. He is thirty-four years old. He is worth more money than I can actually conceptualize. And somewhere in a fertility clinic's cryogenic storage unit, his information got taped to a vial that ended up inside me.

A few people turned toward Ethan, who stood near the edge of the crowd, his face pale but composed. “I’m aware there’s been… speculation about my personal life,” I went on, my voice steady. “Much of it invasive, some of it dangerous. That speculation escalated into violence. My partner, Ethan, was kidnapped by individuals who believed our relationship threatened their ideals. He endured something no one should ever have to face and I refuse to let that happen again.” “To protect Ethan and to honor what truly matters, I’ve made a decision.” I took a deep breath. “I am selling the company.”