The Billionaire Next Door Novels & Stories

The next that followed was a loud scream, which would have been capable of drawing the attention of whosoever that might be in the building. He walked to his balcony and as the soft wind of the morning blew calmly on his face, his mind wrestled and tried to come up with a decision. His name is Stan, a handsome young billionaire in his early thirties. He stands as the heir to the Devreal empire. A large company that stood among the top in the United States. With how handsome he looked, together with how rich he was, it was of no surprise that girls flocked around him at every instance.

This man, one of the most well-known multi-billionaires was sitting here, munching sweets like it was normal, and offering me a job like it was nothing. Did billionaires behave like this? Weren’t they supposed to be serious, hard to approach, hidden in offices with assistants doing all the talking? Why was this one following me around convenience stores and stealing my food? Billionaires. He was such a contradiction I wasn’t sure if he was real. “These noodles are good!” he exclaimed suddenly, dragging me back to reality. “That is my food!” I snapped, staring at him in betrayal. My noodles. My last comfort of the day. Meanwhile, the plastic wrappers of his sweets were already empty, abandone

He let out a sigh as his window winds up so did Abels as they drove off. I heave a sigh, letting out a deep breath. I should probably think of moving since he knows where I live, next time he's going to show up in my front door. You might be wondering who that is, that's Emmette Nash, one of the most influential billionaire in Springville. He moved here Four years ago and since the beginning of the year he's been trying to get me to tutor his Four year old daughter Emery. Some people say his wife is a secret heiress and that he killed her and built up his wealth using her corpse.

There was no telling what she could get up to in my absence, and I was not taking any chances. The party was off campus, in the basement of Nate's million dollar mansion -- or maybe the mansion belonged to his parents, but it was one and the same thing. The only son of eager - to - please Scottish billionaires, he as good as owned all his family wealth. I had used him once or twice to finance my hunts with his knowledge.

He was stalling at the edge of the door instead of moving towards the couch. "Yes, it's afternoon indeed but not a good one Mr Milano" The grumpy man grumbled, lines forming on his forehead. I tried not to look smug as I exactly knew what he was angry about. It was getting tiring persuading him for an entire year so I bought his friend's company. As expected Nolan had a close relative who was ready to sell out and be happy in his townhouse. His brother. Nolan had invested in that business in the beginning so he was pissed.

Running a gloved hand over the bannister, Reena tried to find comfort and inner peace as she took a deep breath and squinted in the extra dim lighting, in a way the absence of light felt like an extension of the game Reena was sure the billionaire was intent on playing with her. “You can go in.” Her escort informed her in his carefully detached voice and turned around in the next breath, leaving Reena to her fate. Pushing the door open, she lingered by the door, absolutely stunned to silence by the allure of the room within.

She sat up and roamed her eyes around the living room. Matthias house was a modern mansion which billionaires like him typically lives in. Amber thought it was too big for a single man to live in. The walls were painted white but most of the pieces of furniture were color black. There was also a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the living area and a white grand piano placed on a corner. "He doesn't even have any picture frames around here or any paintings that would show his family," Amber whispered while walking around the living area like a thief trying to find something she could steal.

“Shut up.” But Nadia only smirked, her confidence unwavering. “Do you know what happens to people who kidnap someone like me?” She looked at them one by one, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. “My fiancé is Theodore Thatcher. A billionaire. A man with more power than you can imagine.” The men stiffened at the mention of his name. Nadia saw it—the flicker of unease, the way one of them clenched his fists. “I can already picture it,” she continued, her tone almost teasing. “All of you? Rotting in prison. And not just any prison—you’ll never get out. Not with the kind of resources Theodore has.”

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

"The loan sharks get their money, you get your legacy back, and I get my heirloom. It’s a transaction, Elara. Purely business. No feelings, no real intimacy. Just a signature on a different kind of paper." I looked at Silas, who looked dangerous with those eyes pinned on me. I thought of Brian who ruined my life and the loan sharks waiting to devour me. I would give anything to have my father’s company back. But I was scared. If I said yes, I was a billionaire’s wife with all my problems solved but at the expense of my happiness. And if I refused, I was as good as dead. I licked my dry lips and swallowed hard before speaking up. "Will you really get my company back?" I asked, my voice small.