The Billionaire Next Door Novels & Stories

Right now. "Okay then. I will inform Demetrius." Loretta said. "You don't need to inform me." His voice boomed from behind. Gosh, when did he come downstairs? I turned around and saw him. He has already changed his clothes. He was now in a pair of shorts and singlet. Something that did not make him look less of a billionaire. I managed to pull up a smile. "I will drop you off." He suggested but I was quick to shake my head.

He had to be a billionaire, I knew owning even a small property in this expensive part of town could cost up to a billion, let alone such a big, expensive looking nightclub. The billionaire turned to face me now, dragging me to his side, a bit more gently. I could feel my body press against his powerful body, as his body heat warmed me till I was no longer trembling. "Offer the chick money Larry, if you want her to do anything for you. You of all people should know by now that the language of women is money.” Larry smiled. “One million dollars Little pet, and I want all your clothes off now.” Still pressed against the billionaire’s side, I shook my head shyly. Though I needed it, I didn’t wa

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

“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.

I asked and everyone, literally, everyone looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. "You don't know who Adrien Russell is?" Racheal asked and I shook my head. "You must be living in caves to not know him. He is the most handsome, single billionaire in the states. He will soon take over his father's business of restaurants and hotels all over the world." Megan explained and I stood there shocked. So the person who helped me and saved my life yesterday, was a freaking billionaire. No wonder the management of the lodge gave him so much importance. "But I highly doubt that now. Seeing that his and his family's reputation is at stake. I never knew he was such a player." Hannah sho

The question is: Why the hell is he acting like this now? My phone buzzed on the coffee table—a text from Ilay. Ilay: Dinner tonight? There is a new place and I wanted to take you there. “The other billionaire?” Chloe asked, and I nodded. “My friend, I wish I were you. I let out a frustrated groan, collapsing onto the sofa next to her. "Don't. It's not a blessing; it's a curse. One is a straightforward, handsome man who wants to take me to nice dinners and doesn't play games. The other..." I gestured wildly toward the window, "...is a brooding, emotionally constipated CEO who expresses his feelings through floral terrorism and vehicular stalking!"

“You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.” That caught me off guard. I tilted my head slightly. He finally looked up. Young, maybe mid-twenties. Dreadlocks pulled into a neat bun. Clear eyes. Calm face. Zero trace of intimidation. I raised a brow. “Is that so? That’s a pretty bold take.” He shrugged, resting his elbow on the counter now, fingers still idly drumming against the keyboard. “You asked for a table. I told you how it works,” he said casually. “It’s not a take. It’s facts. Rich folks cancel all t

Why is he so shameless this early into the day. “Not just a millionaire. He’s incredibly romantic too,” Zara, my dearest traitor of a sister, continues. She pushes Roland’s cushion away and stands up, heading straight toward us. She stops right in front of Banks, who is still trying to lock eyes with me. "Are all millionaires this romantic? Because I definitely want one for myself. Do you happen to have any single friends?” “I cannot say,” Banks reply smoothly. Finally looking away from me to stare down at Zara, who is looking up at him with wide, opportunistic eyes. “I am a Billionaire" How can I stop Banks to stop talking?

I was very careful. “Oh, sweet girl,” she pressed a palm to my cheek. “Do you think I did not do enough research on you before pretending not know how to cross a street, or giving you this job? I’m a billionaire in my own name, my grandsons are billionaires, my children are billionaires…I come from a generation of wealth so large, long, and deep, it would put an end to world hunger.” She winks, not giving me a chance to say a word before she pulls me along again. “Now, let’s go meet Allister.” Lord, please let Allister be an ugly toad…..shit…

And the fourth option was a magnificent Neoclassical mansion standing firmly in the Upper West Side—an elite neighborhood with exceptionally high privacy, home to some of the world’s top billionaires. My gaze settled on the fourth option in the Upper West Side. Its design was elegant, with an enormous backyard and a sophisticated, multilayered security system. Its price was far above that of the other luxury homes in the catalog, but the price was not an issue for me. “I’ll take this one,” I said, pointing to the mansion in the Upper West Side. “Arrange a viewing.” However, before Lidya could process my order, my personal phone lying on the table suddenly rang loudly. A very familiar name ap