Talentless Owner Novels & Stories

The first day I saw him, I thought he must have been some kind of casting mistake. Too perfect to be standing in that café where I used to waste time trying to write a chapter of my novel. And there he was, standing like the world revolved around his flawless figure. John Blackwell. The John Blackwell. Billionaire, arrogant, and owner of a smile that could easily be registered as a lethal weapon.

I see the owner, Mr Dennis glaring at me with his beady eyes. “I told you this was a motel, not a charity home, Rayne. You're overdue with your payment and I'm not letting you stay here anymore. Pay up or get out!” Oh no! This can't be happening! “Please, Mr Dennis, I need more time. My job hasn't paid me yet and I'm—” “Spare me the sob stories!” Mr Dennis yells, cutting me off. “You've got no money? Then get the fuck out of my motel!”

Sometimes speaking in that calm, silky voice that made her skin crawl. “Do you know what I hate about Jaxon’s little empire?” he said at one point, leaning against a pillar, watching her like she was something caged in a zoo. “He treats people like assets. Polished. Groomed. Protected. But he forgets that assets can be stolen. Broken. Rebranded.” Talia bit the inside of her cheek to keep from answering. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a response. Not now. Not ever. Zane tilted his head, amused at her defiance. “Still quiet. I like that. It means you understand. Silence is obedience. Silence is survival.”

The card felt expensive. Everything rich people owned somehow felt thicker. Written across it boldly were the words: Victor Hale Corporate Lawyer I looked back up slowly. “You’re a lawyer?” “Yes.” “Why are you talking to me?” “Because my employer is searching for someone. And he noticed you.” Wait, what? “What do you mean noticed me? For what exactly?” “A position.” “That sounds suspicious.” A small laugh escaped him. “Fair enough.” I folded my arms tightly. “Look, if this is some weird scam—”

They all didn’t know details about anything, they found out who the owner of the company was with the rest of the public. “Every meeting was had with a man that claimed to be his assistant” That was the same thing all of them said it was like barking at the wrong tree nothing gave result We were able to stall the election for a while, though some fools kept submitting useless petitions, insisting it should still hold. All that nonsense was starting to get on my nerves. After what Leon pulled and the big revelation that he owned a multi-billion dollar company. I knew some people would have switched sides. That was something I couldn’t afford. I couldn’t go in blind, knowing the odds had chang

I huffed, "whatever are his 'Special Needs'." Graham laughed. "You make it sound like he's some kind of psychopath." "He could be," I shrugged. "You're not telling me anything." "Well, for a start," he began, leading me to what I supposed was a dressing room at the back of the bar. "His name's Lorenzo Vitale, and you're only to do whatever he tells you to--" I came to an abrupt halt. "Lorenzo Vitale?" Graham looked at me strangely. "Yes. Self made billionaire, owner of the largest grossing c--"

Taking the phone from his bodyguard, he said, "Interesting. A week ago, he was practically begging me to have dinner with him and acted so humbly. How dare he treat me like this now?" Still standing there, Felix scratched his head and said, "Who are you trying to call? The owner he's talking about is me." What? Zachariah frowned, and the manager nodded again. "I recently purchased this place at three times its value, so I'm the owner now. Honestly, I have so much money that I can't spend it all. So, can you leave now?" Zachariah's eyes narrowed. This tennis club had a significant investment. Its previous owner had been committed to running the business and never considered selling.

A dark tether of obsession that she couldn’t seem to cut, no matter how hard she tried. “I’m not a possession,” Elena whispered. “You don’t own me.” Killian moved closer, black eyes smoldering into hers. "No, I don't own you," he said, moving another step. "But I'm the only one who gets to see all of you. Even the parts you try to hide.".