The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen Novels & Stories

“FROM BILLIONAIRE TO DEATH ROW—THE SHOCKING FALL OF HIGH SOCIETY’S DARLING.” But for Brayden Giovanni— It was just another problem solved.

Lee was looking between us in utter confusion. "We can't all be you." Ty responded. "You always get it right the first time don't you? I hear you killed your first snort, when you shot up for the first time you took it like a champ. You weren't even a little bit scared our first deal. It's a shame you quit the game. You were the perfect coco girl, weren't you?" "Watch your mouth!" Lee snapped. Ty casually put his hands up in surrender. "My bad. Just thought you should know what kind of girl you're getting tangled up with. She's basically a retired prostitute."

Oil tycoons, tech billionaires, heirs to conglomerates, political leaders, CEOs of corporations that had their own skyscrapers. Even two prominent pastors whose smiles I’d seen plastered on TV every Sunday morning. My stomach churned. How did Dean get access to this? “I take it you’re just finding out about your fiancé’s double life now.” Dean’s voice was all smug satisfaction as he slipped the phone back toward himself. “I warned you about this dude. Rich guys like this have crazy kinks.” My fingers twitched, wanting to slap that smug look right off him. My heart was still racing so fast it made my vision feel too bright, too sharp.

"Please. I'll do anything. I'll work for you. I'll clean your floors. I'll—please, help me." Tyler drops the cigarette and crushes it under his polished boot. He leans forward, his massive frame filling my vision. His elbows rest on his knees, fingers steepled. "I don't need a maid, April. I have hundreds." He pulls out his phone. The screen glows against his sharp features, casting shadows under his cheekbones. "I can transfer two hundred thousand dollars to St. Francis right now." His thumb hovers over the screen. "The best surgical team. The VIP recovery suite. Private room. She lives."

He doesn't deserve to be. I've known him as an influential man who rules the business world, this man who claims to be my Father is no puppet, he is known to be ruthless, a brutal and dangerous business tycoon. This man has everything I need to prove my innocence and claim back Darren's love, and most importantly my revenge on the Taylors. I might not like him so much right now but I need him, I need this strange family I just found myself in.

"The security perimeter at the luxury venue is fully operational. We have three concentric circles of enforcers patrolling the grand hall." "Good. Keep looking for Luna. If she breathes, I want to know about it," I snapped, terminating the connection and throwing the phone onto the desk. I leaned over the back of the plush leather armchair, closing my eyes as the suffocating pressure of my ten-year lie pressed down on my chest. Yamelyan Radov. The sophisticated luxury tycoon, the flawless billionaire fiancé, the perfect architect of a clean, legitimate legacy. It was all a beautiful, fragile fiction. Underneath it, the old ghost, Caleb Knight, the scaredy cat who could be broken at will was

What have I really done to nature to deserve constant cruel faith? "Elisha I beg you, don't do this to me, please," I cried. "Why are you bothered? You won't be alive to recall this moment right? Just see it as one last moment of fun before you ascend to the afterlife," the huge man chuckled, grabbing the band of my panties and started pulling it down. "Nooo!" I screamed out with every remaining strength and collapsed back to the chair. I couldn't move my lips nor my body anymore, I sat still, with tears streaming down my cheeks as he pulled down my panties.

He glanced at Jaxon and said, "You've found someone so intelligent; I'm afraid she might outsmart you one day." Jaxon sneered, "Oh, that'll never happen." Grace said, "Well, even Eve outsmarted Adam. She lied about not eating the forbidden fruit. That's why women today are so good at deception. So, Catt, are you being honest or are you fooling us all?" Fred glared at his daughter. "Grace, that's enough." Anthony sighed. "You don't know Cattleya's background. She's the daughter of Robert Sullivan, the founder of Urban Oasis and Atlantis Mining. I'm considering investing in Atlantis someday. With more research, it could be a profitable venture, don't you think, Catt?"

“I… lost track.” “Enough to justify your death.” I take a step forward. “You used the Morelli name to rack up debt. And didn’t pay. That’s not just stupid. That’s a crime.” He mumbles something, then repeats: “I can pay… with her.” I move closer, slowly. His fear has a sweet scent to it. “What do you think this is? An auction? A brothel?” I murmur, my voice firm, tension filling the room. “You think you can bargain with flesh?”

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot