Rejected Billionaire Novels & Stories

"About your business funding. There's a source alleging Bennett Interiors was built on undisclosed money from your ex-husband, and that you've misrepresented your client contracts as a result. I wanted to give you the chance to respond before we go to print." I set Elias down in his playpen, my hands not quite steady, and asked her to send me what she had. The email came through two minutes later. A draft, not published yet, quoting an anonymous "source close to the Knight family" who described me as a woman who'd "engineered a public divorce for financial gain" and "quietly accepted seven figures from the man she claims wronged her." There were numbers in it that were wrong, dates that were

She thought of her mother, bedridden from illness, relying on expensive treatments they could no longer afford. “What do you know about him?” she asked finally, her voice subdued. “Adrian Blackwood is one of the most successful businessmen in the country,” Richard said, seizing the opportunity. “He’s built an empire from the ground up. But...” He hesitated. “But what?” Sophia demanded, turning back to face him.

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

“Do you know him?” "Yeah," she whispered, voice shaking. "I know him." “Like… personally? Grace, how do you know a billionaire?” "No, not personally," she said, finally finding her voice. She looked at me as if I’d just told her I’d met an alien. "But I definitely know who he is, Leylie. He’s my boss. I work for Doyle Holdings."

The photo showed a man with blonde hair, blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when smiling, the kind of face that could convince you to do things you'd regret. SEBASTIAN REID (45) — The rough one. Real estate mogul who'd built his empire from the ground up. Net worth $6.2 billion. The dossier described him as "direct," "crude," and "unfiltered about his desires." The photo showed a man who looked like he'd lived harder than the others. Tattoos visible on his neck. Scarred knuckles. The face of someone who'd earned his money through force of will. JAMES ELLIOT (32) — The youngest. Venture capitalist managing hedge funds. Net worth $4.8 billion. The dossier was vague in ways that made Aria n

If I was rejected when I didn't put this much effort it wouldn't have pained me but the most painful part is that I dressed sexy and was rejected, I still went naked right before him and was still rejected, that's a different type of heartache. I should have known a man like Killian Romero who's in an open marriage with my mother would never give two shit about me, he's a young billionaire who control the Romero's empire, made of chains of companies, but rumors has it that some of their businesses include some illegal deals that remains unknown to the public and that might be the reason why he fly out of Chicago every damn time.

There was apparently an altercation that took place, involving a big-name socialite who was demanding to talk to the owner. Oliver Rothchild was the youngest billionaire of our generation. All of it was generational wealth instead of earned by his own merit. He was the heir to a luxury car company on his mother's side. His father was also a prominent lawyer who had a reputation for being an undefeated shark. Him though? He was an arrogant dickhead who believed he was the top of the food chain when he really wasn’t. But it wasn’t just the crisis at the club that weighed on me. It was the thought of bringing Aria closer to that world, a world that had once been mine alone, filled with shadows

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

Because suddenly I understood. Neither of them knew. Neither of them had known. For decades. My father stared at the letters again. At all the years neither of them could recover. Then he whispered something so quietly I almost missed it. “I should have tried harder.” The admission stunned me. Because Nathan Blackwood never admitted failure. Not openly. Not easily. Yet here he was. Doing exactly that. And for the first time in my life— I didn’t see a billionaire. Or a business titan. Or the man who built an empire.

If I were him, I would also be bitter. “These are not my sloppy seconds. Someone wants me to represent him and I can’t because I starred in the trending video from a ball last night. He is willing to pay anything and you can ask for whatever amount you want. He is a billionaire.” I said. “Asher Quinn.” When he didn’t say anything after that, I sgrugged and started to leave. “Fine, be like that. I will look for someone else and then that person can be crowned as the biggest earner this quarter,” I said.