The Billionaire's Series Novels & Stories

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

He saw holes in the market and plugged them before anyone else could and the moment he made his first hundred million, he learned the secret to keeping it. Trust no one especially not women, especially not Vera. All he'd wanted was simple, a family after gathering so much wealth, his wife to take care of and their children but she'd had to fuck it up. But none of that mattered anymore, the woman who would be carrying his child was here now, he'd have his family, with no woman involved. He sat down at his office desk, opening his laptop to skim morning headlines. It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up.

And yet there was something about her presence, her quiet dignity, that made my chest tighten. My phone buzzed again. Eli. “Got anything new?” I asked. “Nothing, man. Have you contacted her?” “Not yet. Going through her background,” I replied. I paused at her photo, her honey-brown eyes staring back innocently. I had left her the morning after without much thought, and now damn. She had refused money and a car ride from my team. She seemed respectable but also stubborn, and real. Eli chuckled through the phone. “First time a girl’s stared down a billionaire, huh?”

With billionaires, the line between them was thin. He'd chosen Le Bernardin, where seven-course lunches cost more than most monthly salaries. Elena had learned to navigate such spaces, though her wolf still found them suffocatingly civilized. "Straight to business," Castellan said after pleasantries. "I want to buy NovaTech." "It's not for sale." "Everything's for sale at the right price. One billion. Cash. You'd personally net over four hundred million after taxes." Four hundred million. Enough to buy Silvermoon outright, to return as conquering hero rather than strategic investor. Enough to never need anyone's approval again.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Cruz's face was now contorted with rage and his eyes were burning red as he continued to grit his teeth, thinking of the most hurtful words to say to Jessica and he chuckled devilishly when he finally found the words, confusing Jessica briefly. "Who I'm I? You're curious, right? Then I will tell you. I'm Cruz Westham. The first son of Andrew and Rose Westham who was found to have an IQ of 192 after a few tests. I became the youngest CEO at the age of 22 and became a world-famous and sort-out surgeon at the age of 25. My net worth is over $500billion." Cruz bragged.

[16] The Baby That Billionaire Wants Archer stepped into the ballroom that was already filled with important figures on par with his father. This was officially a fundraiser, but underneath, it was simply a show-off between billionaires eager to show off their meager sums of money. The show-off was also held in a glittering venue filled with expensive alcohol. It was a stark contrast to the mission of "fundraising" for those in need. Archer himself wasn't sure the money would actually reach the poor and needy.

The Billionaire Cheated Bride (Broken series book 2) by Diana Wolfe Elizabeth T. Sharma, a bastard of the rich and famous but bankrupt Carrington family was left with no other option but to marry one of the most wealthiest bachelor in America to save her late mother's foundation. She would never in a millions years imagine that her so called enemy turn fiancé would be a gorgeous mix blood with chiselled Greek feature and dimples to die for. Too bad his personality sucks.

“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.

not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single “Hey earth to Isabella, what are you thinking about, she asked snapping her fingers in my face. “Oh, yeah, I have heard of them, so what? I don’t see what the big deal “Um, excuse me, I heard a voice say from behind me. Turning around to see the rich billionaire walking towards us “Can I talk to you for a few minutes, maybe grab something to eat. I was lost for words, what does a billionaire want to possibly talk to me about.