The Billionaire Novels & Stories

His bodyguards stood like a wall around him, and he had just ended his phone call. “Excuse me,” I said to one of the guards. “I need to speak to your boss.” The guards stepped aside, and the man turned. I froze. It was Hunter Steele. The richest billionaire in the country. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name alone struck fear into people’s hearts. Stories of his cruelty were legendary. He was said to especially hate women because his mother had abandoned him for a wealthier man when he was a child. Also, there were rumours that he had strong connections with the Mafia but the rumours were never confirmed.

I stare at her. “What?” “Holy shit, Alice, he’s a billionaire.” “What?” “That’s nine zeroes.” “What?” Her giggle holds a touch of hysteria. “Oh my God. What was he doing on Tinder?” My brain is refusing to compute. “I’m guessing he likes being anonymous. I would think billionaires have trouble with women being after their money, don’t you?” “Oh Alice. Did you have any idea?”

“Forget the deal. You’re mine, papers or no papers. The only problem is you refuse to come home. I get it. But I want you to spend the day with us.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. “My time is too expensive to waste with a man who already has everything.” His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, unblinking. “I’ll buy you a McLaren if you spend the day with me.” I froze, staring at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Wait—what? For real?” “Yes, Red. Anything you want. Name it.” His voice was silk over steel. Oh, to be a billionaire’s baby mama, I thought, the smile threatening to break free before I bit it back.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” Lena snorted. “I’m guessing someone rich, powerful, and incredibly used to hearing the word yes.” “Rafael Blackthorne.” Her hand paused mid-air. The name was familiar. The tabloids. The real estate empire. The luxury clubs. The model girlfriends. The lawsuits. She glanced at him again—yep. It tracked. “Cool,” she said, unfazed. “Still going to need you to pay in cash if your card has more scandals than credit.”

right before I shattered. I read about him during slow periods—discreetly, on my phone behind the circulation desk. Articles from Forbes, Bloomberg, a few older profiles that called him “the ghost of Los Angeles finance.” Youngest self-made billionaire in the state. Ruthless in boardrooms. Invisible in tabloids. No scandals. No girlfriends photographed on red carpets. Just power. Quiet, absolute power. I was fucking a billionaire.

Out of place. The door opened. The man who stepped out did not belong to her world. He wore a dark tailored coat, sharp lines, and quiet confidence. Silver cufflinks caught the weak winter sun. His posture was controlled, his expression unreadable. He moved like someone who had never been told no. Isabella recognized him instantly. Alexander Voss. The billionaire heir to Voss Enterprises. The man splashed across every headline since his father’s death three days ago. Rumors followed him like shadows, whispers of power, inheritance, and a will with unusual conditions.

A name that rose throughout the entire city of Cape Town and South Africa like a mantra that was repeated after every three seconds. He was the CEO of Parker’s Enterprises and a well-known billionaire across the world with his multibillionaire company based in Cape Town. The 32-year-old ran Cape Town by storm. His name was feared in the streets and in the business industry and no one dared to cross him. He was like a god that everyone wanted to worship. He had everything money could buy; fancy cars, a huge mansion, a multibillionaire company, private jets, ships, and he changed girls like his suits. Nonetheless, all that meant nothing when all he came back to was an empty house.

he said I didn't mean to be nosy but then I asked John how he'd coped with Mr Ramirez, as I heard he had worked with him for a very long time. "He seems reckless, but then he has his moments, and one thing for sure he works hard, he seems hardened, like he doesn't have emotions but deep down am sure there's a soft spot" Mr. John confessed. "What about his family?" I asked "They stay in Mexico, his father owns one of the biggest resorts in Mexico, and the 2nd richest man in Mexico" John said. John and I talked about different things, the drive was a cheerful one and I got to know a little about John, and he was really a nice man.

Dylan didn’t even know that billionaires can be hurt by knowing someone will leave them. Billionaires used to be imperfect, and they didn’t care about people who leave their life. However, Luke is so different—that’s why he is a charming billionaire that captivated the young and reluctant Dylan Cohen. The warmth of love is only present when he is with him. Dylan is not worth ten million pesos—but an immeasurable price worth of his treasures. The pretty boy approached him and then looked at his grey eyes. Those warm amber eyes of his sugar baby are soothing his soul and inner peace. Dylan smile genuinely as he holds his sugar daddy’s face. His toes ascended him to his tall lips.

She was a little creeped out but she tried her best not to show it. “Ana!” he exclaimed in his boisterous voice, “Just the person I wanted to see. Take a seat.” Ana obeyed, then stared at the man. The smile had not moved from his face one inch. She wondered what had put him in such a good mood. “You know Jack Knight?” Fitz asked and before Ana had the chance to answer, he waved his hand in the air. “That was a dumb question. Who doesn’t know Jack Knight.” Ana laughed a little. “Of course I know him sir. He’s the youngest billionaire of the decade and he had made his mark in the business industry.” She knew Fitz still expected an answer and with the way his face warmed up, she knew she had hi