Sebastian Klein Billionaire Novels & Stories

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”

The caption beneath read: “Victor Westbrook partners with fallen media giant, Elliot Blake, to launch NeuroGenesis Research Initiative.” Ariana’s blood turned to ice. Blake...? She whispered the name, lips trembling. Her cursor hovered over the article. And just before she could click… Her laptop screen flickered. Then went black.

Kensington, Alexander. Alistair's mouth tightened. After letting the phone ring twice and then three times, he hit the accept button. "Papa." He spoke in a calm, expectant, and detached tone. On the other end, a low exhale. Not impatience. computation. "You've probably seen the headlines." He didn't sense the tranquilly that Alistair exuded as he leaned back in his chair. "I don't waste time on rumours." A scathing laugh devoid of humour. "Stalk?" Alexander thought. "Every screen in the nation has your name on it. "The covert marriage of billionaire Alistair Kensington." A pause. "To a nobody."

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Trust me I’ve definitely thought of that move, but the guy in talk is no ordinary guy. He’s the second richest guy here in LA, you might know him?” “Wait are you talking about Sebastian Torres?” Her lips stretched wide into a gasp. “Oh wow!” She voiced in awe. “Billionaires in love, that’s sweet and dramatic,” she mocked and laughed at it. “If you said he doesn’t want to hear you out, what are your chances that he’ll tonight?”

he murmured. Sophia scoffed. “You think I’d let some power-hungry executive take you down? Please.” Lauren approached, phone in hand, her expression taut with urgency. “We have a problem.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “What now?” Lauren hesitated before handing him the screen. A news article flashed before his eyes. His stomach turned to stone. BILLIONAIRE ADRIAN BLACKWOOD UNDER FIRE: NEW ACCUSATIONS SURFACE FROM HIS PAST

Chapter 017 Esther's POV I woke up as early as 4 in the morning and did a little bit of research on the CEO who wanted to help us with forty million dollars. I found out that aside from being a CEO, he owns luxurious hotels and villas in America, the UK and England. I wonder why such a man with so much money would want something in return when he could just give us the complete fifty million dollars without even feeling anything. Well, maybe he needed what money couldn't buy from us. I just hoped it was something that wouldn't be beyond our power. My stomach flipped just thinking I would have to meet him in person.

’ I thought and rolled my eyes. “What’s so special about him anyway?” I huffed as I leaned against the arm of the chair. “He’s just a rich man. Why should I care?” “Why should you care?” Dorothy gawked at me like I had suddenly run mad. “Sebastian Warners is literally thousands of women’s ideal type. There’s a reason he’s one of the most desired bachelors in the entire country. He’s bastard rich, literally breathes money just like anyone in his family; obviously, you’ve seen that he’s really hot; he’s a philanthropist, and those that have met him said he’s a sweetheart. His nickname is literally the people’s favourite billionaire.”

"Well, not anymore, Mr... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." "Weston." "Oh, Mr. Weston. Now that I think of it," she squinted, peering at Sebastian’s face for a few seconds. "You look oddly familiar. Have we met before?" My heart raced. Mrs. Preston must have seen him on the news or in magazines, given that Sebastian was one of the top ten billionaires in the country. But Sebastian replied, feigning ignorance. "I’m not so sure about that, Mrs. Preston. I'm not really from around here."

"Wait...you're freaking Sebastian Bernadotte, CEO of the Bernadotte Groups? Holy fuck!" Even Leo was astounded too, learning of Sebastian's identity. He couldn't believe that he was been conversing with the entrepreneur king of New York. A man who was worth hundreds of billions. A man who owns half the business sector and stock market in New York. How could he not have known? There were telltale signs that the man was from a rich background, but he never imagined him to be Sebastian Bernadotte. A man born and raised in generational wealth and power.

Abel got angry and made his way toward the manager's office. Coincidentally, that was when Avery walked into the bar with Sebastian Clinton, the youngest billionaire in Mallory Avenue and the most powerful in the entire Znach City. Seeing Avery and Sebastian walk hand in hand like a couple, Abel pulled his brow together. Is this not the same woman he divorced a few hours ago? How did she end up with Sebastian Clinton in just a matter of a few hours? Something in him made him feel awful. Without thinking, he quickly grasped Avery's wrist and pulled her out of Sebastian's grip.