Spoiled By Four Billionaires Novels & Stories

It's their story. Three men. Self-made billionaires who built an empire from nothing. No family money, no trust funds, no elite boarding schools. They clawed their way up from the bottom and became gods in the financial world. I click through their website. Professional photos, corporate bios, press releases about their latest acquisitions. The names: Blackville. De Santos. Smith. No first names listed. Just surnames and initials in the corporate headshots—faces partially shadowed, deliberately vague. It's a power move. Mystery creates mystique.

There I was leaving Lucio’s house, waiting for an Uber, stepping outside like any normal girl but the headline screamed “Billionaire CEO Lucio Ashford spotted with mystery woman amid affair rumors.” Beneath the comments read: ‘Gold digger.’ ‘Homewrecker.’ ‘She knew exactly what she was doing.’ ‘She’s not even that pretty. She must have seduced him.’ I blinked. What the hell? Claire leaned closer. “Oh my goodness,” she said quietly. I scrolled through the pictures, my chest tightening. The comments were worse. People were saying I seduced him on purpose, used him for fame, called me all sorts of names. Every single one made my face burn hotter, making me become more conscious of myself.

If anyone had told me that my first day as a secretary for a billion-dollar jewelry empire would feel like preparing for the Hunger Games, I would’ve laughed. Now? I’m sweating through my blouse like my soul is trying to escape. Peterson Industries—home of luxury, power, and salaries that could fix my entire bloodline—is a 98-story mirrored tower stabbing the New York skyline. From the sidewalk, the building gleams like someone polished it with liquid ambition. Inside, the air smells like wealth, espresso, and expensive perfume I will never afford.

“You got pregnant. Again, ever heard of a condom? Now Lila has to suffer the sins of the parents. Kids are the only victims.” He touches Lila’s cheek and she smiles at him clutching at his sleeve. “Don’t,” I snap, mama-bear fierce. “Don’t you dare look at her like she’s a mistake. She is mine. She is everything.” His jaw tightens. “The mistake was letting a Lorne own you.” “I thought it was real.” The fragile warmth that bloomed when he walked in, turns to ash. He scoffs. “Real? Like anything in a billionaire’s life is real. They buy what they want and if they get sick of anything, they dispose of it.”

He was familiar with the past. He was familiar with Greg's reputation. The one the world couldn't get enough of. The ruthless billionaire. The man who never stayed too long with anybody. The one who had it all, but never really cared about being close to anyone. That image had long been embraced by Greg years ago. It was easier. There were no expectations held for him. No promises. No vulnerability. No explanations. He had made a few errors. More than he could have cared for. He used to believe that success would take the place of anything else.

Only the clatter of cutlery and the soft hum of the AC can be heard. “My friends and I are organizing a charity gala tonight, and I want you both to attend,” he says, pointing his index finger at the two of us seated at the table. “I think it’s time to let my friends and associates know the Davidson future is safe, and worth their money if they invest in us.” My heart flutters. My chest tightens. I’ve never been to these kinds of things before. I don’t fit into the billionaire world. Not only that, but I’ve always been a contented girl. If not for my father’s insatiable quest for wealth, maybe I’d be on a vacation right now—right next to Barry.

If I was this jittery now, what would happen when we'd be seeing each other every day? USA's most eligible bachelor. Heartbreaker. Billionaire at twenty-four. Were the most popular anecdotes used to describe him? However, one stood out the most to me; a billionaire at twenty-four. Really? His parents weren't dead yet so how had he been able to have all their wealth under his name? Unless it was by name only. Or maybe he'd made his own money himself? No. That was impossible. How did someone at his very young age of twenty-four amass such a large amount of wealth, especially if his parents weren't wealthy in the first place?

Later that night, while watching TV, the noble sons of the four major billionaire families in the country appeared on the television through a news station and Amanda’s children said that they looked like them, and Amanda laughed and didn't hesitate to make them dismiss such thoughts. "You have school tomorrow kids, time to sleep, good night," Amanda announced and kissed them one after the other and they rushed to their room. She smiled and continued watching the news. * Mabel sat on one of the luxurious couches in the Xi mansion eating fruit and enjoying her leisure. Mabel thought about Amanda and since she had already heard the news of her giving birth to quadruplets, she laughed, remember

“You just made me drop a ten-thousand-dollar phone!” “Well, maybe don’t take calls in the middle of a public walkway!” He took a step closer, his gaze cutting straight through me. “Do you know who I am?” Oh, I did. Too late, I realized the familiar jawline, the expensive scent, the effortless authority in his posture. Ethan. Freaking. Blackwood. New York’s youngest tech billionaire. Owner of Blackwood Tech. Ruthless. Rich. Off-limits. Oh my God. What was I thinking?

Pulling Phoebe to himself, he planted a kiss on her forehead and did the same with Ivan. “How about we celebrate this big win with a trip to Dubai?” ****** ‘The fallen CEO of the Maddox empire. Lol.’ ‘I’ve always known he was pathetic.’ ‘Guys, I feel bad for him.’ ‘He doesn’t deserve any pity. Just the other day and he was laying claims to Lucas’s son’ ‘I hate him so much. Aside from his handsome face. Lol.’