Secret Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

he said, “to be my wife.” And just like that… the billionaire secret stopped being a mystery. And became a trap.

“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

I turned up the volume and leaned back in my chair. "Welcome back," the anchor said, shaking her head slowly. "We are following the story that has everyone talking today. Celestine Valancourt, the secret heiress who just married the world's richest man, Lysander Ashcroft, is at the center of a growing scandal. Reports have surfaced that she terminated a pregnancy just weeks after leaving her first husband, billionaire Kier Thornwell. Our panel is here to discuss. Let's start with you, Margaret. What do you make of this?"

“That explanation” He looked around the room. “changes everything.” Outside, thunder rolled across the dark sky again. And Aurora suddenly realized something terrifying. Whatever secret these men were about to reveal It had been shaping her life for far longer than she had ever imagined. And she had never even known. Aurora’s mind raced as she tried to process the words that had just filled the room. Six billionaires. Ten years of protection. A father who had apparently built something far beyond a mere business empire. And she,Aurora Hale,was at the center of it all.

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

Each shot a brick in the wall of a story: arriviste, social climber, gold-digger. He was no longer Davidson Ekon, SVP for Strategic Development. He was "The Secret Consort." The handle preceded him everywhere. It was perfect in its disdainful vagueness. It was medieval. It was all about hidden rooms, whispered conspiracies, and power gained not through merit, but through the secret corruption of a monarch. He looked up from the screen, his vision swimming. Joe was watching him, his face unreadable. He had a tablet in his lap, doubtless seeing the same carnage.

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.

Chapter Fourteen: The Billionaire's Fall A cold focus settled over Zhedya as he reviewed the file. The target: Nicholas Chan. A billionaire on the surface, a monster underneath. The man secretly funded a human trafficking ring that preyed on young girls. Zhedya felt no pity, only a dark, thrilling excitement. He loved taking out predators. He knew Chan’s schedule, his habits, his favorite hotel. The RuRohal skyscraper, where the billionaire was hosting a secret, after-hours gathering. Tonight, the party would end.

This was happening. “I do not want this to be messy but I will have you know that you are just my assistant and if you think the public is going to give a fuck about you should this news be made known to everyone then you are solely mistaken. I am the golden boy here… the billionaire and you are the gold-digging assistant who fucked her boss so she can climb up the social ladder” I gasped, the tears streaming down my cheeks as I stared at the man in front of me. I did not recognize him and he wasn’t the loving man who treated me so gently… he was a fucking bastard.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.