The Cold Billionaire Full Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Me in that silver dress, standing far too close to Alexander Lancaster. His hand was at my waist. I remembered the moment his touch, the confusion in his eyes. And now it was plastered across the internet. The headline was bold and cruel: **'Nichole Adams Caught in Scandal with Billionaire Alexander Lancaster — Betrayal Runs in the Family?’** My stomach dropped. “Oh God…” Claire exhaled slowly. “It’s already everywhere. T*****r, gossip sites, even some business pages.” I took her phone, scrolling through the comments.

“No evidence. The gas leak was ruled an accident. Victor played the grieving uncle. No one suspected him.” “So you built it all yourself,” she said. “From nothing.” He nodded. “Ten years. I turned my father’s million-dollar company into a billion-dollar empire. All from behind glass. From silence. From solitude.” She looked at him, really looked. And for the first time, she didn’t see a billionaire. She saw a boy who had lost his parents. A man who had been buried alive. And a soul who had clawed his way out of the dark, alone.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

she whispered. I gasped. My throat suddenly felt very dry, not knowing how to respond to the information Natty had just given me. I just stood there, frozen. Apparently, my condition surprised Natty, so she tapped me on the shoulder a little hard. "What's wrong?" "Ah....," I stammered. "No, nothing. I-I just... I was wondering who the richest person was," I continued, ending with an awkward smile. Natty shrugged. "Well, no one ever knows. They were very secretive. The only legendary rumor I know is that they have a child. Whether male or female, it's also a mystery."

Sophia held her gaze and continued, “I know my brother. He doesn’t buy gifts on a whim. He doesn’t do things without reason. So, something must’ve happened, something we don’t know about. Maybe she helped him. Maybe something shifted between them. Whatever it was, the fact remains he went out of his way for her.” Then, a slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of Sophia’s lips. “Could it be… the cold billionaire lawyer is finally growing a heart?” Racheal didn’t find it amusing. Tears stung her eyes as she gripped the edge of the bed sheet, her voice trembling with frustration. “What do you mean it has nothing to do with Olivia? She’s the center of all this. He was even in her room earlier

"So the deal is safe?" Adrian finally turned, and for a fleeting second, the cold mask of the billionaire softened into something darker, more proprietary. "Safe? It’s a landslide. They saw a man who had everything—wealth that rivals small nations—finally find something he refused to let go of. For people who value blood and family, that was the ultimate green light." He walked toward the bed, his presence filling the room until the air felt heavy. Adrian was a man whose personal net worth was already measured in eleven figures. He owned shipping fleets, telecommunication giants, and entire city blocks. But this deal... this was different.

"Mr. Calder, I'd like you to meet my wife, the lovely Sophia." The man turned his head, my polite practiced smile froze on my face and blood drained from my head. He was the same man I had snapped at. His dark eyes seemed to see right through me, his strong, severe jawline twitched and I felt shiver down my spine. Ethan Calder is not just a billionaire, he was the billionaire. A legend in the tech and finance world. A ruthless, private man from the one percent of the one percent, known for crushing his competition and for never ever suffering fools.

His gaze was cold, yet his charismatic aura silenced the crowd. Kimmy’s eyes widened. That man was not the fifty-five-year-old she had been told about. Kimmy’s heart pounded harder. She truly couldn’t understand. When she finally reached the altar, the man’s name rang clearly as the pastor introduced him. “Mr. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood.” Kimmy froze, her eyes growing wide. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood. The name was not unfamiliar. The richest young man in the capital, a billionaire known for his coldness, cruelty, and constant presence in business magazines and on television. Rumors even said he often changed partners.

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.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.