Rejected Billionaire Novels & Stories

"We've quietly compiled profiles of women who meet the chairman's public expectations." "And?" "There are more than sixty candidates." Gu Yichen returned the report to his desk. "Reduce it." "To how many?" "Ten." Chen Wei hesitated. "Based on what criteria?" There was a brief silence. Finally, Gu Yichen answered. "Character." "...Sir?" "Money." "Status." "Family background." "I already have enough of those." He turned toward the window again. "I want someone who keeps their word." Someone who wouldn't betray a contract.

“You’re marrying Alexander Grayson? The Alexander Grayson?” “That’s what the press release will say,” I murmured, stirring my coffee even though I had no intention of drinking it. “The same man who once shut down a tech startup by accident and didn’t apologize?” “It was a strategic acquisition. The founder failed to read the fine print.” “Oh my God, Eliana. He’s basically a Bond villain with a better skincare routine.” I gave her a look. “And your point?” “My point is—since when do you go for emotionally unavailable billionaires with god complexes?”

“Of course. If it is madam Valerie, then I would gladly accept the favor. What is it? Just name one.” Valerie lifted her head. There was a holo-image on her smile, the picture of serenity on which she can use to advertise a lake vacation in a virtual theatre. But even when she’s smiling, her gaze is cold, so sharp it can cut the air. “I have a story to tell. It is something that can give you a lot of fortune. “A story that can give me a fortune, I am in.” “The story is about a CEO and a conglomerate who will inherit a billion dollar fortune. He is hiding a secret child. He had the kid by an accident, together with his college friend. However, the CEO was engaged to another conglomerate woman

He pauses then adds quietly, "All I have left." There's pain in those words. Real pain that makes my chest tighten. I came here to destroy him, to find proof of what he did to my father. I shouldn't care about his regrets or his loneliness. But I do care and that's dangerous. "Everyone wants something from me," he continues like he's forgotten I'm just the maid, like he's talking to someone he trusts. "The board wants profits. The shareholders want growth. My brother wants control. Everyone has an agenda."

"My name is Logan Rhodes Williams, and I would like to upgrade us to a first-class room. Can you do that for me, sweetie?" "Oh..." the flight attendant widens her eyes, does a double-take on Logan, and then her cheeks turn even redder when she realizes she is talking to a billionaire. "Y-You're the owner of William industries?" "The one and only owner," Logan replies darkly. "I'm sure you're aware that the company you work for is owned by me too—I don't only run close to every five-star hotel and restaurant in the country—I own a few travel agencies too," he winks. "It makes it easier for my dear customers to travel to our getaways."

now he was freaking her out. " You're freaking me out! What is it?" she asked already getting impatient maybe it was another fake news about the Anderson family. Jake inhaled and exhaled as he took out his phone and showed her. ' Scandal hits the Anderson family once again! Michelson Thierry Anderson is not the real son and heir to the Anderson property! Did the famous billionaire's wife, Topaz Anderson pin an imposter child on her husband Adams Anderson? After all, from all indications, their marriage was a contract so it wouldn't be surprising if she did this to run the Anderson family down and escape with all the ill-gotten wealth with her lover. '

she begged crying. “Oh now I get it, that was the reason you dressed like this because you were going to see him, you little gold digger, right? He yelled at her “George please I promise it is not what you think, please George.she said still crying “Wow, the almighty Lisa is kneeling in front of me begging me?”He said laughing wickedly “Well, I don’t care whatever you are doing just make sure you don’t drag my name to the mud! Because you are my wife and there’s no way a billionaire’s wife like you can be seen hanging out with a low life like that.”He said with authority.

Alex stated. Alex and Clinton locked eyes for a moment. The tension in the room was palpable. Then I recalled what Jennie had told me about the prophet. “She sure is good.” “What?” Jennie asked, her gaze sharp. “It’s nothing,” I nodded, then dropped the seal on the table and took a deep breath. "Clinton Ray?" I called him. "Yes, sir." "I don't toss people out right away. I give them three chances... First, you betrayed me. Second, you embezzled the company's money. Third, you tried to ruin this deal. That's three strikes already," I said, counting on my fingers.

Or he was going to personally tear strips off them for being mean to Dianna. Jack snorted. Nope, that wouldn’t happen. A man like Mason wouldn’t bother with the petty squabbles of those so far beneath him. The man was an enigma and one of the youngest billionaires in the country. After the release of Paper, his stock price would undoubtedly increase tenfold. No way was he going to dirty his hands with a tiff between one of his employees and a neighbor.

He stares pointedly, not the least bit apologetic. I want to be incensed, but this isn’t exactly a newsflash for me. The man didn’t become a billionaire by simply sticking a silver spoon in his mouth. He bought and sold companies until he’d built his own dynasty. At forty-two, he’s wealthy, affluent, revered and still so fucking mysterious. And I, at the age of twenty-six, am too enthralled by him by far. I should tread much more lightly. I understand how incredibly lucky I am to be considered a Jameson Richards confidante. Regardless of not being the cream of the crop, I am in the club.