Rich And Ruthless Novels & Stories

Having chosen her for the night, she felt like she'd won a medal. “Hey, big daddy.” She called, climbing down from the bed and she made her way to the couch, wrapping her hands around his shoulder, but he pulled her hand away. “Get out.” He commanded, in a cold tone and that sent shivers down her spine. What was she even thinking she had almost forgotten that this man was known as the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire, mysterious and dark. Everything about him screamed danger. And no one there's to go against him.

His head snapped up immediately, his eyes bloodshot, glassy with pain and fear. He let out a sound, ''Lucien- ''Mr.Cross.'' I corrected him, taking two steps further towards him. I watched something inside him collapse. That was one thing about men like him, they were bold when comfortable, bold when spending borrowed money. But strip all that away and tie them to a chair and you would find out very quickly what they were actually made of. ''You lost the right to my first name the moment you decided my money was yours to keep.'' I said.

Almost like she was studying him. At first, Blake thought he was imagining it. But now… Now he knew something was wrong. His phone buzzed again. A new message from Martin. “Initial check on Cesare. Powerful. Extremely wealthy. Private investor. Very little public information. People say he’s dangerous.” Blake smirked slightly. Dangerous? Good. Blake liked dangerous men. They were easier to understand. What he didn’t like… Were secrets. And right now, both Cesare and Rosette were full of them.

Julian Mathers. He had a reputation. Not the kind that preceded him—that he was an expert at manipulating the stock market and playing the game of business, or that he was an expert marksman, or that his taste for fine wine was legendary. No, his reputation was darker, more private. He was a ruthless man. Cold. Calculating. A man who had clawed his way to the top through blood and sweat and tears. A man who had never been afraid to cross a line or two. A man who had destroyed many in his quest for success.

I was the bad ex-husband who was still rich and popular enough for people to profit off of. Maybe I should have fought back then to try and change the way people saw me, but what was the point? I instead leaned hard into a new narrative. I built muscle, made “friends” with people the world was terrified to face, stopped smiling for cameras, and perfected the death glare and unforgiving behaviour that earned me another name. Ruthless. It may not have been “charming,” but it was better than being called “drunk.” Now people no longer look at me with open hate in their eyes, they instead see me and scurry off in fear, ’cause who wants to mess with “Ruthless” CEO Leonel Fucking Sinclair?

He stepped right into my space, poking a thick, heavy finger toward my chest. "Let me tell you how the real world works, Irene," Richard sneered, his voice dropping into a harsh, cruel whisper. "Nobody gives something for nothing. Look at you. You're a nobody. You have no name, no money, and no connections. You think some wealthy benefactor is going to swoop in and rescue your pathetic little family? No wealthy man would ever want a girl like you. You're worthless in their world. A temporary distraction at best, a charity case at worst." The sharp insult sliced through the air, heavy with poison.

He had removed his blazer and his sleeves were rolled up. I put my hand between his shoulder blades. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Richard turned in my arms. “Thena.” He held me for a moment then looked past me, his gaze introspective. He said, “I’ve made some good choices in my life, and I’ve made some bad ones. Befriending Natasha was a bad one.” “He reminds me of men like Senator Peterson.” Richard nodded. “He’ll do anything to get ahead, and now he thinks he can blackmail me into giving him money. He has no idea who he’s dealing with.”

“Don’t you feel even a little bit guilty?” “Guilty?” The voice on the other end was dripping with mockery. “Why would I feel guilty? I go after what I want, fight for it, and I always make sure I get it. Yeah, you can call me ruthless, say I’m despicable. So what?” There was a pause, then the voice sounded proud, even pleased. “I won.” Raina replied quietly, “Oh yeah?”

I gently squeeze his hands, a silent gesture that conveys my gratitude for his unwavering support. “Everyone knows how rich and powerful the Rique family is, so it would be both baseless and foolish for anyone to try to swindle them,” Rick states, his voice dripping with a mix of arrogance and disdain. He glances around the room, as if daring anyone to challenge his assertion.

Chris Richards stood in the doorway looking round the room, then he spotted Jason and walked towards him. He was tall and broad shouldered, his greying hair had been dyed back to it’s original ash blonde color. He was well dressed like always in a dark blue suit. He was the richest man in California and was known as a ruthless businessman who did anything to score a point in business. His personal life wasn't the best either. His four ex wives had all complained of how mean and abusive he was.