Rich Playboy Novels & Stories

Hearing that chilled voice, he nodded and turned around back in the rain to complete the work as soon as he can. Mr Alan Richards, a twenty three year old model is the scariest creature in the underworld. No one knows that the man who portrays in advertisment on the television is someone who runs this dead grave drug business at night behind the scenes. Alan had inherited a lot of illegal businesses from his family, modeling was something that he wanted to do out of passion.

She said and Ariana burst into laughter. “He is yours? He loves me Kira. Why can’t you understand that the man in question is in love with me, your sister? Kira, you’re still young, you can still find someone else you deserve, skmeone hot, young, handsome and….” Before Ariana could complete her statement, Kira chipped in. “Will he he rich?” She asked as she chuckled. “It’s not about the looks Ariana, it’s about the pocket. Raymond is currently the second richest man in the country and don’t tell me you expect me to leave him for some other person?”

I don't know anything. Ruthless Rich Bitch. That's what people call me and I don't give a damn about it. Being one of the inheritors, granddaughter of the owner of the most prominent conglomerate, filthy rich can't be fun. Believe me, NOT AT ALL. When your life is controlled by your grandparents, and all you have to do is to please them. "Are you ready?" This time it was my mom. She came beside me and I shifted my gaze at her in the mirror. She is always beautiful, even if I say it or not she knows.

Richardson is a twenty-five year old young billionaire who's the humble founder of Nets Company Worldwide. Being able to be on the top ten richest men I'm the whole world at such a young age was beyond everyone, but here he is, flourishing as ever, and making millions daily. He's an eligible bachelor who doesn't seem to be ready to settle down at any moment from now. All he seem to be interested in is making more money. He lost his parents at the young age of ten, but that still didn't stop his destiny from coming true in his life. I paused at that piece of information while his dark, brooding face flooded my mind. He doesn't seem like someone who's lost both his parents. Wait, do people eve

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

He dropped his cell phone on the floor while he raised his head gently, glaring at the gun that Avalor pointed at him. "Now what, Avalor? I have done as you said. Now let Hilda go, and we all can go our separate ways." He pleaded. Richard is the number-one billionaire in the city of Los Angeles. He had the government and his armed forces under his command. I remembered how Ruthy talked about him back then at the company. "Have you cared if Hilda wants to go with you or not, Moron?" Avalor questioned. "Bring the damn gun down, Avalor!" I yelled out loud.

Now, I realized I shouldn’t have. Suzan gasped dramatically. “Wait… Ryan Leonard? The Ryan Leonard?” I blinked. “You know him?” “Everybody knows him,” she groaned. “Girl, he’s literally one of the richest heirs in the country.” Curious, I quickly searched his name on I*******m. The moment his profile appeared, even I froze for a second. Ryan Leonard. Verified. Thousands of followers. Pictures from charity events, luxury vacations, and business magazines flooded his page. And somehow, he still looked even more attractive on screen.

She couldn't ruin everything. 'She's more intelligent than I imagined. I haven't any intention to cheat on her. Indeed, I haven't cheated on her. I'm not including the kiss. I couldn't neglect her distasteful gaze seeing royalty around her at our wedding hall. I myself love to live like a common man. We count on the billionaire list. I don't want a royal tag. I left it for my brother James. I am content to be a businessman and wanna concentrate on it only. ' My phone quivered. I took it out and stared at the screen. I pressed my lips right. 'Paris.' My lips twisted up in a small smirk.

I breathed out steadying my mind, “venue shots, outside shots, entrance shots, head shots, décor, prestigious guests, celebrities, influencers, hosts uh...” “Drama,” he added. I shut my eyes. Dang it, the most important and I almost forgot. He flipped to the second card, “main celebrities?” “Robin Ryder. Manager, billionaire, business man. Wife died 3 years ago. 6 years ago he adopted two gold mines, 2 boys, Chris and Justin Star Ryder. Chris Ryder, movie star, 180 million followers on I*******m, men’s activists, coca cola ambassador, and…Britney’s boyfriend.”

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.