Secret Billionaire Movie Novels & Stories

"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."

Getting this amount in cash was a fucking nightmare, so I really hope it's worth it, "They'll be fully yours, no questions asked and no one will ever know what happened in here." "Okay," she mumbles a few seconds later, "Do I have to agree to know what your secret is?" "Yep," I reply. She closes her eyes, but after thinking about it, she nods, "You're smart. And now you're half a million dollars richer." "I guess I am.... so what's your secret?" she asks with bright, interested eyes. I think she wants to know the secret more than she wants the money. "You know I'm dating Theodore Heiden?" I start, she nods, "Well, my secret is that I'm also dating his good friend Liam Fierro, you know who he

But the moment I stepped into my penthouse, my sense of fragile calm shattered like glass. Louis was waiting in the living room with her tablet in hand, her expression tight and unreadable. That was my first warning. Louis never looked like that unless the world was falling apart again. “What now?” I asked, dropping my bag onto the couch with a sigh. She did not answer. She just turned the tablet toward me. Headlines screamed across the screen in bold letters: “Sienna Blaze’s Secret Battle With Cancer?” “Leaked Medical Records Suggest Troubling Diagnosis.” “Hollywood’s Ice Queen Hiding Terminal Illness?”

“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

Brown hung up, and I sighed in relief since this conversation went better than expected. The door opened, and a young secretary came in with a piece of paper in her hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Green. There were two calls while you were busy. I wrote down the details for you." She placed the paper on my desk. " Thank you," I replied, glancing at her when she turned around. This woman has the body of a goddess. She could easily be successful as a model, so why would she stick to the secretary's role? I caught myself staring at her delicious a*s many times, wondering how it would be to grab it in my hand. Unfortunately, this would never come true, as I played the role of a man in love with Sandra. I

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.

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

Stephan explained Ruby nodded at his explanation and then knocked on the doctor’s office door “Come in” a voice shouted from inside the office. Ruby twisted the door nob and pushed the door open. “Hello, Ms Qin” the doctor stood up to greet her. He recognised the man standing behind Ruby as Stephan Rodriguez the billionaire heir. Why it was here? He was a fan of Stephan’s but he didn’t want to embarrass himself so he tried so hard to comport himself and wait for an introduction. “Please sit” he offered them a seat

"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?"

Figueroa almost fell from his seat and was able to understand what was stated in the bank book and documents, especially the name of the account holder. Jedizon and Zandrex looked at the reaction they saw in the CEO but didn't ask. Mr. Figueroa immediately absorbed the hot chocolate as he typed John Dave's name into his desktop computer in front of his desk. Two words wanted to escape from the mouth of Mr. Figueroa regarding John Dave and this is the, "secret billionaire." Mr. Figueroa passed the files to Jedizon to finish it and the hard copies to Zandrex to photocopy for the copy for John Dave.