Runaway Billionaire Novels & Stories

I was going to make sure that I didn't stop until I got what I wanted. I had to get rid of the competition. And that was Callum. Callum was going to be a big problem considering the fact that he was a big shot doctor and also have companies underneath him that he was managing. But first I needed to find a way to make him back off Clara and that wasn't going to be easy. Pacing around in the garage after Clara had shut me down. I decided to head out to the club and get loose. On reaching there, I got out of the car and made my way inside the club heading to one of the secluded spots where it was reserved for rich people who had money.

Leo looked away as he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly,” Brad said delicately. “You’re not a regular guy. You’re a billionaire, which is rare in the world. You don’t wear suits that cost less than two thousand dollars. You want everything perfect or there’s hell to pay. Granted, your more ambitious than most, but the difference is you’re more than willing to step on, burn, or castrate, cats, dogs, the elderly, and children to get what you want.” “Well . . . not children,” Blake mumbled. “That just proves that I’m –”

He was used to seeing changes in the attitude of the billionaire owner of a venture company known for his astuteness in business and investment. Yes, he is Gerald Zeroround—the owner of a multinational venture company with unimaginable wealth. The young billionaire is predicted to be the successful businessman of the century. A handsome man full of charm who is still single at thirty-two. Or it could have ended his bachelor life in hours if his prospective bride hadn't disappeared like the news they were receiving.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

Especially him. Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought. The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd. One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under the lights. Each of us masked, each mysterious, each promised to the highest bidder for the sake of “charity.” My turn came all too soon. My heels clicking like gunshots against the polished floor.

It was a gambler's last shot, a reckless plunge into either riches or ruin. Amelia’s eyes flicked to the man who'd issued the challenge. He wasn't just anybody, he was a back-to-back champion of the life-or-death race, with nerves of steel and a skill set to match. Once a hopeless gambler drowning in debt, he'd clawed his way out through this madness and turned himself into a billionaire, now worth over eight billion. Dominating this kind of race two years in a row wasn't something luck could explain. It meant he'd probably taken part in the advanced version, the one where the car's system was wired to the racer's heartbeat, and if it spiked too high, the

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

“No, we’re done. We need rest, okay? You can’t keep parading us around. I have a company to run. You’re making me feel like a celebrity.” “You are a celebrity,” Adam retorted while stressing on the last word. “You are the celebrity. The celebrity. You’re making me repeat myself multiple times. One of the most talked about billionaires in the country right now. Your marriage, the deaths that you’ve escaped. Do you know that you are the only billionaire who has had more death escapes than any other billionaire?” I laughed. “It’s a surprise they haven’t caught up to him yet.” Callum looked at me with a death stare before looking back at Adam.

My jaw dropped. He's not a broke Billionaire. At this rate, he's a trillionaire! I just stepped into a beautiful world filled with lies with my trillionaire.

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.