Runaway Billionaire Novels & Stories

I asked boring my eyes to anywhere but on that girl. He chuckled at me! "Look at yourself! You are the most desirable bachelor of this city, the billionaire, the CEO of industries who wouldn't want to flirt with you anyways!" Woah! What an explanation. Thanks for rubbing it on my face Shawn that I am the most prominent billionaire in this city. You know at some point in time I used to enjoy all these, gestures but now I am just fed up with them. I rolled my eyes. That girl didn't come yet with the order! I was already desperate about it.

She said and we all nodded. "Have you look into the his profile,You know that to make an advert for his company, we need to show him that we know more about him"She said to Gracie. "Well I did try to check him up on line but nothing came, all we know is that he is a rich billionaire and nothing more, It's like he wants to keep his life a mystery" Gracie replied. "You are not doing your work properly Gracie,I had told you to find out some thing about him!"she yelled at her

That is the one place she wants to avoid ever going back to. Her parents come to see her instead. She hasn't gone home in four years, and doesn't have any plans on going home. After the shoot, she managed to escape Harry and drove off in her car. She went to her apartment after grabbing a few things from the grocery store. She lives in a luxury suite, a high rise building that only contains rich and popular people. She got this far enough to buy herself something like this. She pressed the elevator button to get to her floor. On coming out of the elevator, she bumped into a bitter person.

David Cruz is the youngest billionaire bachelor in their generation. David owned different businesses, such as a five-star hotel and restaurant, one of the most famous malls in the country, and a law firm. At a young age, David managed to build his own empire, making him the most influential and popular bachelor.

I muttered, my cheeks burning again. “It’s not an insult. It’s a practical observation.” He sighed, a faint hint of exasperation finally coloring his tone. “I am thirty-two years old. My family, particularly my mother, believes my sole purpose now is to provide her with grandchildren and secure the ‘dynasty’.” He said the word with palpable distaste. “The blind dates have become… relentless. They are a distraction I can no longer afford.” I just stared at him, trying to process it. The most elusive billionaire on the planet, a man who could buy and sell small countries, was being hounded by his mom to settle down. It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable.

“Ahhh. That explains the look on your face. Spill. Now.” I narrated everything to her, spilling my guts about what happened today. “WOW!” She exclaims, leaning back in her seat, taking a sip of her wine. “He’s interested in you.” “Then, he has a funny way of showing it.” “I live to see this hate unfold into something else,” she said, a mischievous light sparking in her eyes. Typical Anastasia. “Whatever.” I taunted her. “This guy is a billionaire, Demetria — not just running hotels and casinos here in L.A., but across states, across countries. He practically owns the playgrounds of the rich.”

Joanna praised me in my absence. Helen nodded, she continued, “The bills were cleared and my step daughter vanished. She ran away from home and the billionaire thought I duped them”. Joanna slapped the air, “Ingrate”. “Yes, my first thought but I thought she was scared. I had to run away. Because the billionaire kept sending me threatening messages. I ran for my life”.

she hissed. "Wait! I saw the news!" Danny scrambled inside, ignoring the skillet. "The billionaire? The shark? Lil, you’ve hit the jackpot! You can’t let him pay off Vane and just walk away. If he’s got that kind of cash, he can fix everything. My new venture, the crypto-bakery—" "Get. Out."

He did not doubt me for a second because in his eyes, I was so dependent on him that leaving him was nearly impossible to me. And finally the day arrived. Through out our journey to Paris, Ethan continued to praise me, take care of me and oftenly kiss me to show his love. His show to outsiders would catch people's attention towards us. Everyone felt envious seeing how the famous billionaire treated his wife like a queen. But, only I knew at what price. Just when we entered the hotel room, he picked up a call and spoke, his voice almost mechanical, like a practiced tone. "What? Are you stupid? How can you... I clearly told you guys to cancel all my meetings. I'm with my wife right now!"

"Is everything settled now? Pay her, please." Seeing Anna standing at the doorway, the kitchen manager was astounded. Could this exceptionally young girl actually know Mr. Luxton? And to have someone of Mr. Luxton's stature help her carry buckets of roasted chicken? Not just him, but no one in the entire elite circles of Kentucky could have imagined Andrew Luxton doing such manual labor. The Luxton family is a true dynasty, their wealth and influence built over several generations, unlike the nouveau riche. Andrew Luxton, the sole heir of the Luxton family, was among the elite of the elites in Kentucky. And here was a girl selling roasted chicken, somehow acquainted with Andrew Luxton, even