Runaway Billionaire Novels & Stories

It was hungry and desperate and confused — like he was trying to remember what it felt like to want something. I kissed him back. One thing led to a coatroom. The coatroom led to his penthouse. His penthouse led to his bed, which was cold and white and big enough to lose yourself in. I lost myself in it. And in the morning, he was already gone. --- Present day The note was on the pillow. "Enjoyed the act. Name your price." Attached to it was a business card: Alexander Black, CEO, Black Industries. I'd seen that face on magazine covers. The youngest billionaire in New York. The man who fired his own father from the family company. The ghost who never smiled.

I wasn't the man I used to be, but I wasn't a beggar either. My father thought he had stripped me of everything when Rachelle took the majority stake in Santoro Global. He was wrong. A Santoro always has a "Plan B," and mine was a private equity fund in the Cayman Islands that even the International Crime Commission couldn't touch. I was still a billionaire, but now I was a ghost billionaire. A king without a public throne.

He said as he raised the cup to his lips. “He needed his inheritance. And a hundred thousand dollars was literally nothing to a billionaire like him.” I said nonchalantly and he spewed out the coffee in his mouth. “He's a billionaire?” He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. “That man that you just called shabby and weak is Owen Walker, the richest billionaire in the whole of Michigan. He owns the biggest entertainment industry here!” I exclaimed and he stared at me with his mouth wide open. “The Ws? Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief and I nodded.

I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries I was happy I left New York, happy I took that bold step to become who I am today, happy I could give my lovely kids a good life plus the love of a mother and father as well, they never asked about their father and I take that as a clue that I'm doing well in feeling two gaps at a time after all there father don't even care if they exist I heard Nicklaus Michaelson is now confined to a wheelchair, what a wor

Am rich now and that is all you need to know, and I hope that confirms all your questions you have within yourself “But how did you get all this money, Carl asked her as she sat at the end of the meeting table “Am afraid that’s none of your business, bad for you tho I was gonna pay a very handsome amount for your workmanship And am not just talking about thounsand but millions of dollars “I don’t care take your dirty money, guards and leave my company, Carl stands up from his chair walks to the exit and holds the door open for them You may take your leave now, Carl says as they all began to leave “With it without this deal, it won’t be of any loss to me dolly, Carl looks Delilah straight in

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

His chuckles vibrated in my lips. I'm done running away from his cruel world because i finally realized to embrace it wholeheartedly. I'm also ready to carry another heir from this immaculately hot billionaire. My very own billionaire.

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.