Secret Billionaire Comic Free Novels & Stories

“And I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that you’re a billionaire.” Sax suddenly laughed. “Striker and Cenric are billionaires. Of course, Linden is a secret billionaire. Don’t tell him I told you. I saw his tax form.” “Really?” Kye reacted. “You sneaky son of a—” I saw the pride in Skyla’s eyes and something else that sent my stomach knotting. Then, I watched how they interacted with each other. There was definitely a spark, but none of them figured it out yet. Or I was twisting it in my brain.

written on the frosted windowpane by a four-year-old boy earlier that evening: H + M + L = HOME The "Billionaire’s Revenge" was over. The "Secret Baby" was a king. And the "Final Van Dyne" had finally found the one thing money couldn't buy: a Sunday morning that would never end.

She should have known that someone like him thought he could do whatever he wanted to anybody he wanted. She plopped down in the wood chair behind the old rickety desk that had drink rings all over it. She opened the portfolio book that was full of newspaper clippings, magazine articles, and pictures of Scott Jenkins, a.k.a. Scott Kelly. She had learned his real identity last year by accident. Kat had been taking a business class at the local community college to learn how to expand her jewelry business on Etsy. The class required Kat to turn in a report on a self-made entrepreneur. It counted for forty percent of her final grade. She had gone online to do research. After floundering through

appeared at the bottom of the screen. “Breaking News: Landon Pierce, the well-known rival businessman, has stirred controversy by spreading rumors about the famous secret identity billionaire philanthropist. According to Pierce, the billionaire’s entire charity work is nothing but a façade and a potential scam. The claims have sparked debate across social media, though no concrete evidence has been provided.” Rosy groaned, tossing the remote onto the table. “Geez, can you believe that? Why are people always trying to ruin the good stuff in the world?”

I said, leaning back, "what is he exactly? I mean, yeah, businessman, whatever but I've never seen him with a security team. He just walks around like he's untouchable. What if I had stuffed a pillow over his face in his sleep?" Sierra let out a loud laugh. "Maybe he's some undercover something. Though, rumor has it his granddad was mafia." I snorted. "So technically, he could be mafia-adjacent?" "More like mafia-distant-cousin," she mused. My phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen. New Bank Deposit: $4,000,000 I gasped There was also a note: "There. Don't ever bother me again, you bouncing rodent!"

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

“That’s it. I’m calling security and then I’m calling my lawyer. You’re going to be sued for fraud, for impersonation, for—for lying on such a massive scale. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’re in?” “Show me your credentials then,” someone from the crowd called out. “If you’re really the CEO, prove it.” Jace reached into his inner jacket pocket without hesitation and pulled out a leather wallet. From it, he extracted a sleek black card and held it up for everyone to see. The company logo was embossed in gold across the top, and beneath it in crisp white lettering read: JACE CALLAHAN, CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER, CALLAHAN ENTERPRISES.

“Good enough to guess if you put fifty thousand on Sidewize Inc. today, you could have a million dollars by the end of the week.” “Seriously?” “It’s not a science. I have the instinct, but that doesn’t mean I abuse it. I earn enough to buy my freedom, but I’ll never be indebted to my own greed.” “You’re saying you didn’t buy that stock, even though you believe it’ll turn that much?” “Nah. I avoid it when I can. It’s an addicting rush.” She reached into her purse. “Let’s see if you’re right.” He glanced at her as she texted her brother. “What are you doing?” “Lucian controls my shares. I’m telling him to buy a thousand dollars worth.”

"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

It was clear she wasn’t here to reminisce. Madison’s anxiety began to rise as she noticed something unsettling in the atmosphere. "Say something!" she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. At last, Myla looked at her, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. But there was no warmth in it, only cold calculation. "So, Carson Corp is two billion dollars in debt. Congratulations. I never thought it was possible to run a company this bad but you both have just accomplished it." she said calmly, each word like a cold slap.