Secret Billionaire Audiobook Novels & Stories

" The old friend. The one who knew the secret. Brian's secure line was patched through a dummy exchange in Billings. Davidson's coffee congealed in his stomach. It's a client," he lied, the lie tasting bitter as ash. "A tech guy who's a recluse. Hates Silicon Valley. Does business only from his ranch. The time zone's a nightmare." He waved the topic away. "Eccentric billionaire nonsense. You wouldn't believe the hoops we jump through." "Another one?" she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "You do seem to be surrounded by reclusive billionaires who need you present at all hours.

"The thief speaks. You have a lot of nerve for someone whose entire net worth is currently hanging off her body in rags. I suppose you think you’ve caught the big fish, little girl. You think Julian’s debt to you makes you powerful." ​"I don't think I'm powerful, Silas," I said, a dark smirk playing on my lips. "I know I am. Because I’m the one who currently has the 'Ghost Key' to your secret offshore accounts. You didn't come back for Julian. You came back because you realized the encryption on your hidden wealth was breached tonight when I tore through Sterling’s network. You’re not here to be a father. You’re here because you’re bankrupt without that laptop." ​Silas’s eyes narrowed. For t

My imagination is destroying me. What is he doing to this woman? I slip through the smallest gap possible, wedging my body through like a damn spy on a mission I didn’t sign up for. A short corridor stretches in front of me, leading to… A gym. An honest-to-God, full shitting gym, tucked behind a secret door in his office, some kind of billionaire Batcave. My rage evaporates, replaced by stunned disbelief. Of course, Thorne has a hidden gym. Why wouldn’t he? It’s probably custom built, hand-forged weights by monks in the mountains or something equally obnoxious.

“I built a private encrypted profile last night.” Adrian looked shocked. “You did what?” “Paranoia is just pattern recognition with ambition.” His brows lifted. “That’s simultaneously concerning and impressive.” “Thank you.” I clicked open the secure folder. Everything was meticulously organized. and categorized. If I was going to dismantle a billionaire, I preferred proper file management. Professionalism mattered. “Here.” I opened the first package. “Financial fraud. Offshore shell companies. Siphoned capital from Ashford Group.” Another click. “Affair records. Hotel bookings. Private club entries.” I tapped the final file. “Julianne Ashford.”

Yet being an upstanding man and father, Clayton Kelly took his crew and did the bank job to the client’s satisfaction. After that, Scott had formed his own construction company, Kelscot, and continued to score top-notch clients. His reputation had gone beyond Florida. He has offices in Los Angeles and Chicago. As his fortune grew, he thought it would be a good idea to make smart investments. He had asked a client for a recommendation for an honest and reputable financial advisor. Scott had almost stopped breathing when the client had introduced him to Warren Buffett. Between his growing business and his growing investments, Scott had accumulated $1.5 billion dollars. Scott used his key to en

“They're not even going to try and place some of this on you. With me there they won't even bother. I could easily bury the entire Police Department with motions and files again them a matter of a week they would be so overwhelmed that they wouldn't even know what side is up. That is only one of the very few benefits to having a billionaire on your side. Everything else just seems to be more of a waste.” “You're not going to do that.” Kelly said if she looked at him. He just looked at her and check out the little bit knowing that he could easily bury the entire state with lawsuits and paperwork. Part of the perks of being what he was meant that he was able to access secrets for every single

When she spoke again, her voice had lost some of its usual amusement. “Fine.” I waited. “Adrian is part of a deep secret organization.” My stomach immediately tightened. “Most of his wealth is built on that.” A chill ran through my body. I instinctively looked over my shoulder again. Adrian was laughing about something one of the movers had said. she continued. The cold sensation spread through my chest. I swallowed. Trying to process everything.

“You have all night to ask me anything about me. I’ll answer what I can.” I swallow. “Because you have secrets?” “Every billionaire”, he lifts a shoulder, “as you say, has secrets, no?” He keeps working through his food like it doesn’t matter. “They’re business secrets, not women. I don’t play around.” I choke a little on my wine. “I don’t believe that,” I say. “No way.” That earns a soft chuckle that tickles something in my chest.

“Data that for the past ten years has been hidden by people who care only about power and money.” On the massive screen, a document suddenly appeared. Not Azure statistics, but records of Silas White’s illegal financial transactions. “This is my father, Silas White,” Liora pointed at the frozen Silas. “The man you know as a successful entrepreneur.” However, what you don’t know is how he funded his lifestyle. “He sold state secrets, he faked his wife’s death, and today... he attempted one final act of blackmail.” The entire room fell silent instantly. Journalists scrambled to take pictures of Silas.

There was something in his eyes, a mixture of strength and sincerity that made her want to believe him. "I trust you," she said softly, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating at the same time. Jesse nodded, his expression softening slightly. "Good." Dimitri closed the briefcase and straightened up. "I'll keep you updated, boss. If Nathaniel makes a move, you'll know immediately." Jesse nodded, and Dimitri left without another word, leaving them alone once more. Tina exhaled slowly, her mind racing. She had never imagined her life would take this turn. A week ago, her biggest concern had been dealing with Nathaniel's betrayal. Now, she was caught in a dangerous power struggle, with