The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen Novels & Stories

Henessey’s POV “You are perfect. Let’s get married,” Kellen declared, not even blinking. My eyes widened. “What?” I stammered, unable to believe my ears. “Are you serious? Have you lost it?” Kellen seemed completely relaxed as he sipped his wine, his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders.

**** Celeste was about to stand up and leave the bar when a man approached her, so she looked up. “Do you want to spend the night with me, pretty lady?” he said, Celeste’s jaw clenched because what did the man think she was, a prostitute? Celeste stood up and faced the man. “I am not what you think, mister. Get out,” she said rudely and left, but before she could get far, the man spoke, which made Celeste stop. “50 million for one night, deal?” the man offered her. Celeste seemed deaf and repeated 50 million in her mind.

Tyler said. “Shut up,” Kyle said with a glare while the rest of us laughed. “Seriously, what are these four doing? I can understand Jen is not easy to convince but at least Stella shouldn’t be taking so long.” I said. “Well, Stella is probably making her husband pay for denying sex on their wedding night,” Kyle said with a smirk. “Oh, come on. Let’s not talk about that.” Zac said with a cringe. “What, don’t give me that look,” Kyle said. “I’m just stating the obvious.”

‘At least I wouldn’t have to go through all those awful things after I get married’ I tried to focus on one positive thing, out of this whole messed up situation of my wedding. With this thought in my mind I lifted my eyes up to look at the man who is standing at the far end of this altar. My groom, Cyrus Knight. The well known name not only in this country but the entire world. He is the most eligible bachelor of this country. He is a multi billionaire businessman and one of the richest man in the world. He is desired by every girl and is a dream guy for many. He is famous for so many things but the word which describes him the best are

The mysterious groom never showed his face during the proceedings. Everyone whispered he must be old and ugly, some reclusive eccentric with money but no looks. The perfect person to dump the adopted daughter on when their biological princess Sienna got cold feet. Fortunately, he never contacted me after the wedding. Strange arrangement? Yes. But I welcomed the freedom. I built a new life, far from the Bailey family drama, never expecting he'd suddenly demand to meet just as our contract was nearing its end. I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign.

But he did. His father was caught embezzling company funds and was stepping down. Thus, one of his uncles was taking over. And that uncle was Don. The same person who was overseeing the Damapol project. If word got out in the Scavo family that he had been making reckless promises to his girlfriend using his name… Just the thought of what would happen to him made his chest tighten. Without another word, he shoved Olivia to the ground. “This is over.” He turned and walked away.

I stood up and I immediately felt a wave of dizziness. I pressed my hand to my head when it felt like my head was about to fall off, “Why… when did you come into the office?” The worker looked at me with pity, “Have you seen the news?” I stared at her with confusion, “What news? Have you ever seen me watch business news when it isn’t about my business?” “It’s not business news,” The worker picked up the remote and turned on the TV in my office. My heart dropped when I saw the news headline, “Famous business Tycoon Mr Calix Kyrell has been arrested today in his home for the sexual assault and molestation of Miss Leah Jordan, sister to former business tycoon Mr Casper Jordan.”

My heart raced, and I could feel the tremor in my hands as I gripped the edge of my seat. God, I just had a traumatic divorce a few days ago, and now, Oliver White, the most powerful, intimidating man I have ever seen, wants to marry me? This couldn’t be real. But the way he looked at me told me he wasn’t joking. And then, softly, he added, “It’s just for two years, Aliyah. After that, you’ll be free. But within those two years…” He paused, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping lower. “Liam Hemsworth will lose everything he ever had. I’ll make sure of it.”

My next test would most definitely have to be finding myself a standard place of shelter which was going to be a lot tougher but somehow I knew I would pass it because the ghetto so far seemed to have been working in my favor. Then, I stopped, unaware of where I was as the only thing I was focused on was the loud thumping of my heart beneath my chest and the newspaper in my hand. I opened it to read it's content and praise the heavens!, I'd happened to pick up the right page of the newspaper: POPULAR BUSINESS TYCOON AND LORD DIES IN A FIERCE FIRE ACCIDENT AT THE AGE OF FIFTY-FIVE. A worker for the business lord who pleaded to stay anonymous claimed that the deceased was a tyrant and a first

“That’s her.” Tyler blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s Celeste Valora. She’s signed under my label.” “Your world is rotten through with sin,” Caius replied darkly. “Even your stars glow because something hungers through them.” Tyler rolled his eyes. “You talk too much like a priest, you know that? Pride talking about sins when his sin himself.”