Rejected Billionaire Novels & Stories

The tension between them softened, replaced by something deeper—admiration, awe. “Wait…” Jake’s eyes widened. “Is the millionaire the owner?” Robert smiled faintly. “No, son. The project belongs to a young man named Ronald Williams, a billionaire. He’s the son of Richard William.” Jake’s grin spread slowly. “A billionaire? Wow! Dad, you’re getting bigger. Very soon… you’ll be up there with the millionaires like Mr Richard Blake.” Robert chuckled, the weariness in his face giving way to pride. “Yes, son.”

Chapter Seventy—Retribution He needed a deep shave, from the stubble which had magically appeared on his jawline. He staggered towards the bar area and grabbed another bottle of brandy, the empty one already discarded with shards of glass all over the floor. The once ever indomitable Justin Santiago, CEO of SAN limited and the first under thirty year old to make it to the Forbes billionaire’s list, now a depressed and heartbroken loser.

It was going to test every ounce of patience I had in me. Adrian Vale. Billionaire heir to Vale Industries. Tech mogul. Scandal magnet. Corny and sly. Headline to every gossip. Arrogant as sin, cold as winter steel, and according to every tabloid, the kind of man who ruined people for sport and didn’t lose a minute of sleep over it. He wasn’t the kind of man I protected. He was the kind of man I usually walked away from. The kind I keep my distance from and build a protective shield around.

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

RHEA I frown. “And who would that be? Everyone’s focused on cleaning up the campaign. If we start hunting for a mole, it could alert Wardrobe. The board won’t want that.” Damien lifts a brow. “The only thing my brother hates more than his past is being looked down on. Especially by people he’s technically more powerful than.” “And he despises bad investments,” I add slowly, the pieces falling into place. Why would a ruthless, ambitious billionaire—someone who can’t stand the idea of losing a single dollar—just accept this? Why would he back down because a few board members think Wardrobe is untouchable?

“I just don’t get it, besides the money, what’s he got that I don’t? I’m handsome, strong, good at what I do, I care about you.” “We’re going there, are we?” Raven picked a filing cabinet, opened it, and started riffling through the folders. “You have to give me something. I came all the way out here for you.” Trevor started picking at the safe that was under the desk. “I didn’t ask you to come here to the city. And, for starters, he’s not cocky.” There was nothing in this drawer, besides the numbers on hard drive sales. “He’s a billionaire, of course he is, all rich people are,” grumbled Trevor, failing the safe, but trying again.

But it had happened, and there was nothing to do about it except move on and keep our eyes on the goal. Jabril possessed wealth and sat in the seat of power in one of the world’s largest and top corporate ventures. His net worth cost more than cash cows. But he was a bloody unfaithful pig and didn’t want the world, including his wife and children, to know how big of a scumbag he truly was. He knew, as well as we did, that such scandal would cause a serious crash and burn of everything he’d spent years of investments on.

Liam slowly opened his eyes, scanning his surroundings before looking up at his captors. "You won't get away with this," Liam's voice trailed off, eliciting laughter from the boss, despite his face being concealed. "Oh, Liam Scott, the self-made billionaire who has everything in life - a mansion, cars, companies, wealth, fame," the boss began, pacing around Liam. "But there is one thing Liam Scott doesn't have," the boss said, making Liam frown. "Can anyone tell me what Liam Scott doesn't have?" He asked his men, who glanced at each other nervously.

The message was clear. By evening, two of the four holdouts had submitted full disclosures. Corbin held out, his pride warring with pragmatism, but even he was visibly shaken. The empire he had built, the wealth he had accumulated, the power he had wielded—all of it was slipping away, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The man who had hardened his heart, made him so cold and striving for success and the man whom he had gotten his motivation from. He still couldn't believe how far he had come. He was now one of New York's most eligible bachelor, billionaire playboy and one of the top richest men in the world. The CEO of DD Incorporation, enterprise, real estate mogul and oil tycoon, Damien had quite the reputation for himself. Amidst the scandals, the hustle bustle of business, and the fact that he commanded so much respect in the business world, Damien could never forget his haunting past, and what he had gone through in the hands of that old man.