The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen Novels & Stories

"The global grid is now fully autonomous. No one owns the light anymore. Not the Vances, not the Vanderwalls, and certainly not the ghosts of the Morningstar." Killian turned to her, pulling her into the curve of his arm. The "Ice Tycoon" was a ghost of a past life, a role he had played with such conviction that he had almost forgotten the man beneath the frost. It had taken an engineer to look past the structural damage of his soul and find the foundation that was still worth saving. "We built a world without debts, Elena," he whispered, kissing her temple as the city lights twinkled in response to their work. "And a home without secrets," she replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

“How did you get this?!” “We met this morning,” I explained. “That’s actually the reason I need you to watch Abby. According to him, Hawthorne is the only one that can help Abby and wants me to meet him. At a hotel. So, who exactly is he?” Bella gaped and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me while saying, “Only the most famous tycoon in Hanesburg, a gazillionaire complete with stunning looks that rival a freaking model. I know countless women who would die for just one night with me, I am one of those women by the way, but he’s, like, known for his whole celibacy thing. He would probably win an award for rejecting the most women in history. Honestly, Tara, if the Soren Hawthorne asked to meet fo

Beneath the abandoned factory was a luxurious club filled with flashing lights and everything that screamed hedonistic indulgence. Some were swaying to music on the dance floor, while others boldly pushed all their chips across the gaming tables. A few were even flirting with the bartenders who were mixing drinks at the bar. The two men were unsurprised by Tyler's reaction. They gestured for him to head further in. Coming back to his senses, Tyler stepped past the door. He noticed several recognizable heirs of wealthy and powerful families from Jetterpolis. Whenever a stray gaze brushed past him, he would immediately turn away. Now that he'd fallen from grace and was as pathetic as a defeate

“He’s... complicated. He looked shaken when he called me. But with Frey, it’s hard to tell where the cracks begin. Everything always looks solid on the outside.” Vanessa leaned forward, her expression unreadable. “Do you think he’ll keep his promise?” I stared at the wood grain in the coffee table. I’d been asking myself the same thing all morning. “If Tyler steps down permanently,” I said slowly, “Then Frey wouldn’t need the marriage contract anymore. His father’s condition was clear: ‘get married before you inherit’ “And now that his father has to step down,” my mother murmured, “he might get the position without having to fulfil the requirement.” She inferred.

I smirked, remembering that I woke up in the hotel room alone with the same shirt missing and her torn floral dress on the floor. "You mean the magazine you saw in the lobby a while ago? The woman on the cover was Aliana Reeves, Sir. She is an actress, and as far as I know, she is a model, too. Don't you know her?" Rico asked, confused when I asked him about the magazine as I finally got into my office. "Contact her agency. Tell them I want to offer sponsorship." Rico's eyebrows furrowed. "S-sir?" "Just do it, Rico." I gave him a sharp glare. He immediately nodded and went outside.

The one who'd redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I'd sworn I wouldn't see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

Raw, unfiltered, unedited evidence. “Oh, just wait and see.” I opened my phone and went to the last video I recorded. It was Tyler at the auction ceremony. I showed it to him and he became dumbfounded. Tyler Brooke is a billionaire.

Mayeli looked around as they walked into an Italian restaurant. Truce walked towards a table already occupied by a young man. Tyse, CEO of Octavia? Killian's crew seemed to consist solely of billionaires. Tyse looked stunning in a well-tailored white suit, with a white shirt inside. He wasn't wearing a tie, and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone, making him look even sexier. From the look of things, his jet-black hair was quite long, and seeing it packed in a bun brought out the structure of his handsome face. He had a high cheekbone, and thin pink lips, with warm brown eyes that were currently on her.

"He had a very serious case of appendicitis. His intestines were so thin that if he made the slightest mistake, it would immediately burst and cause him to die." "Oh, that's terrible," commented Tristan, shuddering. They continued eating ice cream while chatting, and the financial news on television said that the company owned by a famous businessman, Liam Leonardo Keagan, had just acquired another big project, and he had become the richest man in the world. One thing that is most highlighted about this handsome bachelor is his secret love life, which has sparked a lot of public speculation. "Mommy, that man looks a lot like us," said Tristan pointing to the television screen.

He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car. The charity gala was held in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. It was glamorous, and women dripped in diamonds. Men in designer’s suit laughed over champagne. The second Damian and I entered, people turned in our direction and soft surprised whispers followed. “That’s his wife?” “She’s beautiful.” “I heard she came from nothing, she’s too innocent for him.” I lowered my eyes. Damian’s hand pressed against my lower back, it felt possessive. I gasped softly at his touch.