Secret Billionaire Movie Novels & Stories

I was about to swipe away one when the familiar name caught my attention. 'Billionaire Ethan Harrington's secret shady business unraveled'

“I hope she realizes what mess she’s getting herself into.” “I’ve heard guys like these just steal their money and run off.” I am feeling so weird and disgusted by the comments, while Ethan is just not bothered about the harsh comments. He still thinks that I don’t know that he’s the son of a billionaire. I am wondering when does he even plan to disclose this secret of his to me. Finally, we make our way to the private box where Ethan’s ex, Lydia, is holding court. The air is thick with anticipation, and we can both hear snippets of conversation as we approach. Lydia’s friends are praising her, their voices tinged with envy and admiration.

, Thalia suggested, " I can't, my father's corporation needs every support and connection they can get right now for his project, which is the main reason for me attending this event, we're about to enter some trouble" " Going broke?", " Never", She replied firmly, " just need some hands to push the project forward", " You already have Victor", Maya pointed, " Not enough", " Not enough? ", " The project is worth trillions, it's international, construction, resorts and planes, the budget is quite huge and we need investors", " Then you'll need billionaire's connections", Thalia said, " I know right", " But would it be easy? The best way is to get married to one of them, and right now, there a

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.

“But I’m honoured to finally introduce you to the man I’ve been keeping to myself, Dante Moreau.” Gasps. A glass shattered. Someone actually whispered holy shit. Because that name, that face, that man, wasn’t just rich. He was untouchable. Elusive. A billionaire ghost whose appearances were limited to boardrooms and court filings. No woman had ever been seen on his arm. No tabloid had ever caught him in a compromising photo. If there had been a sweepstakes for Least Likely To Be Secretly Engaged To Me, he would’ve been the odds-on favorite.

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

"They're calling for an emergency meeting. Someone leaked the debt ledgers, Aurora…the private documents. Only three people had access to those secure servers…just three." "I know, my love... I know." I gently take the glass from his trembling hand, setting it down with a soft, deliberate clink before capturing his hands in mine. His skin is cold and clammy with sweat. I squeeze his fingers, projecting a warmth I don't even feel, letting my eyes fill with mock sympathy. "But panic is exactly what they want. You cannot let them see you like this. You are Xavier Adrian…one of the most wealthiest billionaires in New York…you built this empire from nothing."

“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.

Jesse's eyes locked onto hers, and for the first time, she saw real vulnerability there. more than just "My family controls businesses. They control everything, such as Politics, money, and crime. If there's something to own in this city, they own it." Tina's heart skipped a beat. "Crime?" Jesse nodded, his expression serious. "The Petrov Mafia. That's who we are. That's who I am." Tina's blood ran cold. The words hung in the air, thick with implication. She had heard of the Petrov family everyone had. They were notorious and feared, and now she was standing in the penthouse of one of their own.

My mother’s voice daily was another thing that kept me from losing my sanity. Also, in the past three days, I have learnt to avoid social media. The last time I checked, Chris was the headline. Billionaire Secret Baby, True or False? The Sanchez’s mystery Baby. The headline itself was shocking but the content was horrible. It was about all things about Chris and how the society doubted if he was truly Kingston’s son regardless of how they look alike. Not like, I care about what the society believes in or not. Towards the ending of the news, they bounced back at me, claiming I only wanted a part of the billionaire wealth and that was why I brought a fake baby. They knew my name, and thing