Novel & Cerita Secret Billionaire Audiobook

Like we were stealing time we might never get back. Later, wrapped in robes on the couch, I opened my laptop and started moving assets with cold efficiency. Shell companies. Hidden accounts. Emergency protocols I’d prepared years ago but never thought I’d actually use. I arranged a secure extraction team for Lila — the best money could buy, off the books, loyal only to me. Riven watched me the entire time without speaking. His silence carried more weight than any question could have. My phone buzzed again. This time it was my head of security with a single line that made my blood run cold.

But don't worry, it will be revised soon so it's comfortable to read. Season 1 of The Hidden Billionaire is over, readers. I'll be back for season 2, readers, but probably won't be as fast as the season 1 update. Thank You, Zila Aicha

“I filter what I tell the public. As far as they are concerned, I like rock music.” “Do you?” “A little?” “What else do you hide from the public?” “A lot.” He glanced at me and his blue eyes shone as a streetlamp passed over us but it's the way they went dead immediately we were thrown into darkness that made me swallow. I looked away and ate another spoon of ice cream. “Who's always in control? The Beast or The Billionaire?” “Both.” He said without hesitation. “Come on. There has got to be a dominant.”

But his voice…the deep baritone with an undercurrent of roughness calls to me, making me pause in my tracks. Making sure to remain out of sight, I spy the entrance where the handsome, sexy hunk of a billionaire is talking with the boat keeper. He doesn’t seem too pleased. “...do you mean I can’t have the boat?” “It has already been booked, Sir,” the keeper is pleading. “Well call them and let them know they’re holding up the line.” I shake my head, this time in disappointment. Although his condition has altered a lot of things about him, the classic Neal Ward arrogance is still fully present.

"Mr. Wayne, you're aware this conversation is being recorded?" "Of course, Detective. Why do you think I agreed to this call? I want everything on record." Charles smiles. "I want the world to know exactly what I did. The medical trials, Elizabeth Hill's murder, manipulating Adrian, faking my death—all of it." "You're confessing?" Morrison sounds surprised. "I'm stating facts. I've spent years building an untouchable position. Shell companies in countries without extradition. Assets hidden where you'll never find them. Even if you arrest me, I'll be free within weeks."

A smile spread across my cheeks as I read through the blog. “Sebastian Hartley, the soon-to-be CEO of the Hartley Group of Companies.” Everything good was written about him—aside from his coldness. But that’s expected, considering he’s a billionaire. “Can I share in your joy?” Zara asked, drawing my attention. “It’s nothing,” I lied. She admires Sebastian too—so much that she’d want him between her thighs. “Oh, okay,” she muttered. I held my smile in check and continued reading the blog.

That was a fucking low blow and it made me curl in pain. I saw the confidence in Sebastian’s eyes waver for a bit before it melted into something different. He sighed, a long agonizing sigh before realigning the gun. “A billionaire dies in a mobbing accident after he visited the gay club, doesn’t that sound like an interesting headline? The worlds would spin and your death will become a tiny aspect of the secret shared to the world. Some people will begin to justify your death and state that you deserve it for the lifestyle choices you made. Don’t I just love the media? The death of Benjamin.”

"Let them think they've won. Dr. Chen's little rescue operation is useful to us. Every woman she saves leads us to more targets. Every safe house she establishes gives us new hunting grounds." Derek's eyebrows rose slightly. "I don't understand." "You don't need to understand. You just need to follow orders." I walked past him into my study, where the real prizes waited. The safe behind my desk contained more than money or jewelry. Inside were hard drives containing thirty years of the Blackwater Files, Richard Blackstone's insurance policy against the powerful men he'd done business with. Senators, judges, foreign dignitaries, Fortune 500 CEOs. All of them were compromised. All of them are

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

Sienna is already awake beside me, scrolling through her tablet, her face grim. "What's happening?" I ask, sitting up. She hands me the tablet without a word. The headline is from HUSH DAILY, a major online publication. One of those sites that sits somewhere between journalism and gossip. TECH BILLIONAIRE'S DARK SECRET: THE WOMEN SHE BUYS AND BREAKS By Daniel Ross