Secret Billionaire Comic Free Novels & Stories

The moment the metal hits the surface, the whispering behind us shifts from a low murmur to an undisguised roar. "Is that a black card?" one of the boys asks loudly, five more of his friends leaning over the partition to inspect the transaction. "Oh shit, it’s an Amex. Yo, dude, you’re fucking rich!" "Don't be illiterate, he's a billionaire," another responds. "He’s actually rumored to be a trillionaire through the sovereign defense sector." A very calm, probably the matured among the clique says. Now I’m the one looking up, my brow arching.

“And you’re going to have the best night. If Sam and Tania think you’ll hide in a corner and cry, they’re wrong.” “I… I don’t know.” “Well, I do.” She squeezed my hand. “Let’s go.” *** Jason drove us to Secret, a dark billionaire club located in the richest and wildest part of the city. The moment we walked in, the loud music welcomed us, the bass thrumming through my ears. People danced with no care in the world. Bodies pressed together. Some kissed against the walls. Some looked drunk, others clearly high. Waitresses moved through the crowd carrying trays of shots. If sin was a place, I was standing right in it. And somehow… It felt like exactly what I needed.

But then, she couldn't help but lament. "What are those old hyenas up to? They called for an emergency meeting and notified me at the last minute. Do they want to test how punctual I am?" she sneered. "Of course not, they're not that nice. It's probably annoying me." Diamond Group was a shining beacon of innovation and technological advancement in Stone City. Everyone knew its name, and they all knew Helaina Diamante, the sole heiress and CEO responsible for its success. It was a sprawling, semi-futuristic complex, with gleaming

"What? What secret?" "What secret have you got?" "None." "Really? Including the one point eight billion dollars hidden in your very cozy apartment?" With every reveal, Richard is taken aback but this one is worth more than any other. He immediately bends down as far as he can go. "Please don't kill me or tell anyone. I'll stay quiet all my life. Infact, how much do you want?" The voice chuckles gruffly. "How much do I want? How about if I say I want two billion?"

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.

“You don't need to see it.” “Les, it makes me want to see it now.” I said as I grabbed a remote and switched to a news station. I continued to flip through channels until I came across an entertainment channel that seemed to show a video of me dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that said, ‘I love Winnie the Pooh!’ and Taylor shouting at me while I watched her calmly. “Oh my God.” The Headline read, “Taylor Dankworth fights a mysterious woman over Billionaire Les Scavo.”

Emmett asks; hitting the green answer button on his phone to speak with his private investigator. “Nothing” Mike replies with a sigh. ‘Huh?’ Emmert exclaims to himself. “Nothing; what do you mean by nothing? There must be something” Emmett asks confused; running his hand through his hair. “It’s not really nothing” Mike states down the phone. “She has a social security number and a bank account containing $6.2 million; a twitter account she rarely updates. Owns a penthouse apartment in the city. Has a bodyguard/chauffer by the name of Vincent Armalli and a personal assistant called Tiffany Walker.”

“You’re talking nonsense. I’m leaving. Thanks for dinner.” I started walking, but he grabbed my wrist. “Let go. What the hell are you doing?” I glanced around, worried people were staring. Derek was well-known here, and so was I. The last thing I needed was a paparazzo snapping a photo of us. “Give me a chance, Elara. I’ll take care of your son too,” he begged, dropping the one secret I’d kept hidden for years. My eyes widened in horror. “H-how do you know?”

“One of these days, I was balancing his account books when I overheard two men who came to seek him out for an important business, speaking. A secret agency in the government was planning a sweep out because they were being targeted by the FBI. About four hundred billion dollars was going to be moved offshore. Now they were not going to tell the guy I balanced his account the full story. Just bits of it to gain help from him. So I told him when they left. He was so stunned by my loyalty, he decided I'd get a healthy percentage once he found a way to get everything. I provided a way out. On the day the deal went down, I was with him. He was stunned by how well I handled a gun. I'm not going t

“Check the tabloids. What are they saying?” My secretary's fingers trembled as she tapped the screen of her tablet. Then her face drained of color. “What's it?” I asked. She hesitated, then gave me the tablet. My breath caught as I took in the headlines: —Secret Heirs? Alec Rivera’s Hidden Triplets Exposed —Six Years Later, Alec Rivera Finds Out About The Children He Fathered —A Billionaire, Three Kids, and One Big Lie —Mystery Mother, Hidden Kids: The Family Alec Rivera Never Knew He Had