The Billionaire Novels & Stories

"That's not good news." I frowned. "Who is he?" Nelson answered before Simeon could. "A billionaire. A major investor with investments in other industries—oil, real estate, technology. He doesn't make investments in companies; he builds them into empires. If he invests in Adrian, we won't be able to lay a finger on him." Liora nodded quickly. "They were discussing the deal at work. Adrian's team is trying to close it out, but Vincent has not yet made a decision."

Definitely fine by me. At least I’d be away from Hannah and her insufferable condescension. “Forward your account details to me so I can make the half payment as agreed,” Roshan said. I nodded and immediately sent the details. His phone beeped in response, and within seconds, my phone lit up with a credit alert. My heart skipped. One million dollars. I was overjoyed. My account had never held that much money before. I was pretty sure even the bank was stunned—it had only ever seen my spare change and broken pennies.

I kept staring at the screen, with my heart beating so loudly I could barely hear myself think. Kane Brown. Not just any billionaire. The richest billionaire in Philadelphia. I couldn't believe that I had a one-night stand with a billionaire. No wonder he bought all my paintings and left such huge amount for me. My fingers felt numb as I scrolled through the endless articles about him. CEO of a major investment firm. A powerful, and elusive businessman with a net worth I couldn’t even wrap my head around. This can’t be real. How did I get here? What would be my fate?

"So the deal is safe?" Adrian finally turned, and for a fleeting second, the cold mask of the billionaire softened into something darker, more proprietary. "Safe? It’s a landslide. They saw a man who had everything—wealth that rivals small nations—finally find something he refused to let go of. For people who value blood and family, that was the ultimate green light." He walked toward the bed, his presence filling the room until the air felt heavy. Adrian was a man whose personal net worth was already measured in eleven figures. He owned shipping fleets, telecommunication giants, and entire city blocks. But this deal... this was different.

Tonight was the Bennett Foundation Gala five hundred of New York's elite crammed into the Plaza, writing checks they'd never miss to causes they would never think about again. And he would be there. Dante Russo. My chest tightened just thinking his name. I'd seen his face in Forbes, in the Wall Street Journal, on the covers of magazines that treated him like some kind of king. CEO. Philanthropist. Self-made billionaire. They had no idea what he really was. What we really were. I turned from the window and picked up my clutch it was small and expensive, containing nothing but lipstick, a fake ID, and the kind of courage that only comes from having nothing left to lose.

"Mr. Calder, I'd like you to meet my wife, the lovely Sophia." The man turned his head, my polite practiced smile froze on my face and blood drained from my head. He was the same man I had snapped at. His dark eyes seemed to see right through me, his strong, severe jawline twitched and I felt shiver down my spine. Ethan Calder is not just a billionaire, he was the billionaire. A legend in the tech and finance world. A ruthless, private man from the one percent of the one percent, known for crushing his competition and for never ever suffering fools.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

She pointed at herself. He nodded again. "But you know what? This boss is way too generous I guess, cause he rescheduled the meeting for me. And I do not think that every billionaire could do that." He was also agreeing with her as he took in what she was saying with a slight frown. "And you know who this billionaire owner is?" She asked him and he raised his eyebrows at her. "Mr. Callix Russells of the R Industry." She gushed out while his eyes went big as saucers.

"Yea. The Internet says he's a lawyer and a big businessman. And, oh my gosh!" "What?" "He's a very close friend of Nathan Williams." "Oh my!" Rebecca, who had been listening to the whole time since she walked into the room exclaimed. "You mean, Nathan, the billionaire? The son of Barrister Williams, the multi-billionaire?" "Yea." "Wait. He's a billionaire and his father is also a billionaire?" I asked sheepishly. "Oh, come on nerd. Nathan is the talk of the town and also every girl's dream. He's so rich and cute. His eyes are the prettiest."