Secret Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

“Are you the secretary?” I smiled. “Yes, Mayor. I am the secretary to Mr. Roberto Alessandro.” Everyone in the city knew that Maya was the secretary to Roberto . They were all surprised to find out that it was an unknown woman who was now Roberto's secretary. Not many people knew me, even though I was the daughter of the mayor. I left home before my father could identify himself with me before the world. Everyone only knows Patricia, his mistress's daughter, as his daughter. He couldn’t even regard me as his daughter?

“You’re on every blog post and article.” “What are you yelling about? How am I on the news?” I was confused. “You are now famous boss,” he was scrolling through an iPad in his hands. “Let me see that,” I yanked the iPad out of his hands. I scrolled through it and read all the headlines with my picture on it. ‘Greyson Steele has been crowned most influential man under 30 in New York!’ ‘Greyson Steele is now the youngest bachelor to be given an award by the governor.’ ‘Greyson Steele is single, and all the women want him!!!’

He was too perplexed to say anything however when everyone had gone he went to the living room and found Monica busy on her phone "Yeah yeah…it turns out the pauper is a princess… as a fairytale"Monica said with a sarcastic smile knowing full well the girl he called worthlessly was made out of gold Vivienne didn't understand what was happening here. She was the heiress to everything Frank lewis owned. As their biological daughter, Vivie was an instant Billionaire. How funny "Can you imagine…she's like the same level as…my brother," Kyan mumbled, smiling at himself. This was huge for everyone to digest. Vivienne being a Lewis was something big

he countered. “The Cheryl you know is an orphan, boss. This one has a father,” Jeff said, and Shawn's heart tightened. How many more secrets did Cheryl have? Had she been lying to him all this time? He stared at Jeff. “So, you are trying to say Cheryl has been lying to me?” “No,” Jeff replied. “Then what?” Shawn was growing impatient. “Permit me to ask, boss, but is Ms. Cheryl more than a secretary to you?” Jeff asked innocently, and Shawn narrowed his eyes.

Arin said, her voice low and conspiratorial. Hazel's stomach dropped at the implication of Arin's words. She knew exactly what Arin was talking about. "What secret?" Hazel asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "What are you talking about?" "I don't wanna beat around the bush and for that, I will go straight to the point. You're a kleptomaniac, you are obsessed with stealing things. I guess stealing people's properties gives you some kinda joy, right? Everything missing and retrieved in this company, I know that you were the one who stole them." Arin said, her smile turning into a smirk. "And also, I know that you're having a secret relationship with the CEO."

Before she could try to escape her mother, it was too late as her mother clutched her hand, never letting go, and started taking her somewhere. "I want you to behave and look dignified, for today is a special night for you, my beloved daughter," her mother said, looking so happy. Sacha found herself feeling suspicious because her mother being this happy, meant something bad was coming for her. She then started singing praises about Peter Greenwood for throwing this luxurious party just for her daughter. How he was such a gentleman and perfect. But Sacha knew that her mother only liked Peter because, while being the heir of the Greenwood million dollar company, he also had some noble title. S

And his reaction when he caught me with that black book only heated it up. It wasn't just because he doesn't like it when someone invades his privacy, there was more to that black book, and that's what I would find out. He was wrong when he said that I was an ex-journalist. I still am, an undercover one. I would still continue my mission to unveil his secrets even after what happened last night. After all, that's what I came here for. To unveil the secrets beyond CEO Caleb Craige.

Behind them was the Royale hotel, a place where the only richest could afford water. My throat went dry as my heartbeat increased, my eyes quickly ran through the words written below. ‘Alex Bianchi and Diana Reynolds, caught again. This time they are attending the birthday bash of Stephan Holt. This is the third time they are spotted together, and they look fabulous together. Has the rich billionaire finally decided to settle down for none other than Europe’s famous model? We can’t wait to know more about these two lovebirds. What should be their ship name?’ “Basich.” I grumbled, locking the phone and dropping it on the couch. “Bastard plus bitch.”

Damian wasn’t just setting a meeting; he was setting a stage where he held all the power. By the time the pale edge of dawn touched the horizon, Devon was already moving. The black case of money sat on the passenger seat, its weight nothing compared to the stone lodged in his chest. Before he had left, he’d gone into the one place in the mansion no one else knew about—a private room hidden during the construction of the house, camouflaged behind a wall panel in his study.

“What am I?” Ethan didn’t let up. “Yeah. What the hell do you do for a living?” There was no emotion in his voice. Just disgust wrapped in composure. Caleb straightened. “I run NovaCorp Innovations. We work in AI development, crypto security, real estate blockchain, and media technology.” Ethan’s expression shifted slightly. He set down his cup. “That’s quite the empire,” he said slowly, studying Caleb now. “NovaCorp... That wouldn't happen to be backed by Monroe Holdings, would it?”