The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen Novels & Stories

Unexpectedly, Julia Reetzhe was determined not to go, she continued: "What's wrong? You want to escape? You always act like you're noble and elegant, but that can't hide your useless and greedy nature." She looked at Tyler Roth and smiled sarcastically: "This man is not as rich as your ex-husband, is he? It's also reasonable, no one would accept a woman who just got divorced like you. After the divorce, he had to immediately find a man to support him. It's useless." Tyler Roth slowly put down his chopsticks. Until now, he had been holding back the discomfort in his heart. When eating, he hates the most when someone disturbs his meal. But listening to Carina Morales say, they were her friends

Very wrong As the call ended, a new tabloid headline hit the internet: “Top business tycoon Adrian Kellerham’s stocks fall after rejecting a major deal said to protect DreamSpace the company owned by his new wife. Is the business genius losing his touch because of love?” And the world began to talk.

Gareth is waiting for him in the living room with a grim look on his face. More bad news, Ty thinks. Although he can't imagine anything worse than what he just learned. Kerris and his uncle? Isn't that taboo? There has to be a law against it. He'll find out. How could she sell her virgiɲity to his rich, powerful uncle. It would've been better if it was Alpha Axel or someone other than family. Ty feels like dying. He feels like killing someone. Someone has to die. They have to pay for humiliating him like this.

"And then some." As the final transfer completed, Emma leaned back in the chair, a small smile playing on her lips. "It’s done. His accounts are empty. His empire is mine now." Thomas grinned. "Not bad for a day’s work." But Emma wasn’t finished. Leo’s power didn’t just come from money, it came from fear. His men, his allies, his rivals they needed to know he was gone and that she was taking his place. They returned to the garage where Leo’s body still lay. Thomas helped Emma prop him against the wall, his lifeless eyes staring into the distance. Emma retrieved a marker from her bag and scrawled a message across his chest. THE BILLIONAIRE LEO IS DEAD

I wanted to watch Bad Boys For Life, I mean how many years have we been waiting for that one! As we finally came to an agreement, the person at the till seemed amused with us that both I and Khalil looked at him as if he was mad. "Young love. Always so entertaining" he said with a smile towards us, ncaaw he was gay. I gushed and just stared at him. "Let me guess, she won?" "Yeah, my baby here always gets what she wants from me." Khalil replied playing along, putting his arm on my shoulder and squeezing me while smiling at the guy.

"Fine… it was Julian Valentino.” Gigi froze. “Julian Valentino? You mean the Holy Billionaire?” “The very one. I was locked in with him for the entire protocol. I walked away with $160,000 and an exclusive deal.” Gigi’s jaw dropped. "The Saint? Thalia, they say he hasn't touched a woman in years. They say he’s made of ice." "Actually, he’s not ice," Thalia whispered, the memory of his touch making her skin prickle. "He’s fire.”

I stuttered. He met my eyes steadily, almost with amusement. “I’m Lucious Alejandro Dexter, your baby's father,” he said. How I wanted to disappear at the spot. I banged a psychopath. “I….I can't just—go with you. I have a life. I have a job and my own apartment.” “You don’t anymore,” he said to me with that blank look. “You quit.” My mouth opened, then closed again. “How do you know that? I didn't even quit yet.”

“You're the bride. Today, the world is watching you.” Eva only nodded. If only they knew they were watching the wrong girl. Eva’s veil was long enough to drag shadows behind her. Her gown a custom Elie Collen piece meant for her sister felt like a costume on her skin. Every step toward the altar felt like betrayal. The cameras flashed mercilessly, her face hidden beneath lace and layers, as influencers narrated the moment live to their millions of followers. Inside the cathedral, Jeremi Moretti, the groom, stood tall, emotionless. A billionaire by thirty-two, heir to a legacy steeped in politics and pharmaceuticals, he was the type of man whose presence alone could silence a room.

A small plan started to form in my mind but I needed to gather as much knowledge as I could. “Who is he, truly?” I turned to face my grinning father and for a moment he seemed to enjoy Declan’s misery so much that he forgot his hatred for me. “Robert’s bastard son. He’s made a name for himself in Italy, Spain, Paris and South America. They call him The Tycoon of Rome. He’s quite brilliant.”