Secret Billionaire Audiobook Novels & Stories

"So you have an idea?" "God, I wish, I keep thinking I do, and then I sit down and I'm blank. I feel like I want to start typing, and sometimes I even do, but it's nothing good." She shot a glance at Addie. "And if that get's out, I'll know it was you." "Hey, your secret is safe with me." Addie held up her hands in defense. "Maybe you'll let me read one of those starts before you delete it?"

“What kind of secrets?” Alistair’s smile was thin, his voice calm. “The kind that can change the course of governments. The kind that can topple empires. Your father didn’t just accumulate wealth—he accumulated influence. That vault contains everything needed to pull the strings behind the scenes. And Derrick knows that.” Ethan’s face darkened, his fists clenching. “So that’s it. Derrick wants to hold the world hostage with what’s inside.” David, who had been standing near the window, turned to face the group. His face was pale, and he looked more shaken than Lillian had ever seen him. “I knew Dad had dealings with dangerous people, but I didn’t know it went this deep.”

A lot of questions were in my head; most especially, wondering if the issue had anything to do with my meeting with Scott and the others. I got into Twitter and was welcomed by tons of notifications. Tags and mentions from blogs, Tweeps, and so on, filled my notifications. I opened the first Tweet I was tagged on and saw boldly: “FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE, @THEADAMJONES INVOLVED IN MULTI-BILLION POUNDS FRAUD. ALLEGEDLY RUNNING A FRAUD SYNDICATE” My heartbeat tripled. I couldn’t move for some seconds. I was still trying so hard to understand what was going on and I checked the next tweet, which read:

Emmet replied before taking a sip from his whiskey. I looked at them but turned my focus on Anthony instead. “Tony,” I said as I sat on the empty chair beside him. “What do you know about the current scam in the news today?” Tony, better known as Anthony Silvester, is known for his luxury car business by most people. But for his friends and those on his VIP list. He was known for providing the best security service in the country. Most of those he employs are usually those who used to work as undercover agents for the government and wanted a different life.

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

Christian said carefully, “she might slip up.” Jaxon folded his arms. “We just need to be careful.” Damian nodded once. “Set it up.” Christian made a quick note. “Also,” Damian added, “look into properties my father owned.” Christian frowned. “You think there are hidden ones?” “With Richard?” Damian scoffed bitterly. “Definitely. There are probably places nobody knows about.” Places connected to Samantha. Places Richard buried secrets. “I’ll look into it.” Christian nodded. After another half hour of discussion and planning, Christian finally gathered his files.

She hugged him, burying her face in his neck, while Benjamim lifted her off the ground, ecstatic with the news. “You’re going to have another heir,” she pulled back and told him, “and this time with no secrets. No billionaire’s secret child.” He kissed her and tucked the paper into his pocket. Holding her hand, he walked her back to the car. While Adam slept peacefully, they returned to the road, with the whole world ahead, waiting to be explored.

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

It pressed against her ears like water pressure at deep ocean levels. She looked down at the photo on the screen again. It had dropped on Page Six ten minutes ago. A grainy, telephoto shot taken through a window, but unmistakable. Liam. A stranger in a sharp suit. A handshake. The headline was simple, brutal, and damaging: SELLING THE CROWN JEWELS? Liam Cross in Secret Talks with Private Equity Vultures. The door to the bedroom opened. Aurora didn't look up. She felt the shift in air pressure. The scent of rain and expensive scotch and exhaustion drifted in.

Before she could try to escape her mother, it was too late as her mother clutched her hand, never letting go, and started taking her somewhere. "I want you to behave and look dignified, for today is a special night for you, my beloved daughter," her mother said, looking so happy. Sacha found herself feeling suspicious because her mother being this happy, meant something bad was coming for her. She then started singing praises about Peter Greenwood for throwing this luxurious party just for her daughter. How he was such a gentleman and perfect. But Sacha knew that her mother only liked Peter because, while being the heir of the Greenwood million dollar company, he also had some noble title. S