The Cold Billionaire Full Story Novels & Stories

They looked like celebrities to Nova. Nova questioned, "If Aeros isn't the son of the chairman why would he hand over the Ceo position to him? I mean he would've preferred his own son to inherit the company" Ms June gazed up towards her, "The chairman sees potential in Aeros and his capabilities are extraordinary which makes him different from anybody, Mrs Blanché comes off from a wealthy family as well, it's just that she fell in love with Aeros's father who was an unemployed man and got married to him against her family's will"

"How do you mean? He asked. "The young boy, who just lost her parents at the time, came into the school as a disguised Billionaire, making every one believe that he was in the school on scholarship, but very few persons who knew him, told us everything". She says, almost whispering this time, as if someone might be listening. "Who is this secret billionaire? He asked, getting more interested in the story. "He is Craig Anderson, the only grand son of the Anderson, the president of the Apple international technological industries". She says with a knowing smile.

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

A string quartet performed something refined Fiona couldn't identify. Valeria inched closer. "You see that man by the balcony?" Fiona turned her way. A man stood alone among the glittering throng. Tall, expensively dressed in a black suit and no tie. Hair slicked back with effortless care. Hands in his pockets. Eyes like winter. "That's Charles Billion," Valeria breathed. "Owns half of the production houses in Asia. You ever heard of Red Flame Studios? That's him." "The Charles Billion? Valeria nodded. "Billionaire. Producer. Philanthropist. Rumor has it, he can make or break a career in one phone call. Be careful, though—he doesn't smile. Ever."

But the other part, the wary part, urged her to wait. If she was going to survive this, she needed to be careful. She had already let herself get blindsided once. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. --- Adrian sat behind his desk, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. The latest article from Mercer’s camp flashed in bold letters. "Billionaire’s Marriage Scandal: Was It All a Lie?" His grip on the mouse tightened as he scrolled through the article, filled with more insinuations, more half-truths. Mercer was relentless.

He’d already done his homework — or maybe he was just that powerful. “My name,” he said at last, offering his hand, “is Adrian Blackwell.” The name hit her like thunder. Even Elena, who rarely read business news, knew who he was — the billionaire CEO the media called The Devil in a Suit. A man who built an empire from nothing, who crushed competitors with a single phone call, whose icy demeanor sent grown men trembling. Her pulse spiked, but she kept her voice even. “Fine. So what do you say, Mr. Blackwell?”

Almost. Every time I saw Xade’s name flash across the television, new projects, global expansion, smiling for cameras as the youngest billionaire in the country, the anger returned. I knew then I couldn’t stay buried in grief forever. One cold evening, as I rocked Cade to sleep with Silvia knitting behind me, I spoke. “You’ll know your grandfather’s name one day, my love. And when you do, you’ll know I didn’t let it end this way.” I turned to her as Cade had finally gone to sleep. “I’m planning to start over.”

"What is it that you have found now?" "It is that Sinclair one, the billionaire," the woman said. "Did you see it this morning at all? It has been taken down since, but I saw the whole thing. He has had a wife for three years, and not one person knew about it, and they are saying she is pregnant and she has run off somewhere." "She has run off from all that money?" Denise said. "That girl wants her head looking at it." "They think she is somewhere outside the city, in one of the small towns."

Not even in pretense. He was Alexander Hamilton, from what I've learnt in my few weeks of staying in this house, one of the top under thirty billionaires in the world. Why would he want to even pretend to date someone like me. My eyes watered and tears formed in them threatening to fall, but I blinked them back. " Yes... You shouldn't have told he that, you bought me remember". Alexander nodded making my ego hurt even more. " Get better soon, Lilly has been asking for you. I'll talk to my sister and revise some of the rules in the house". He said before taking his leave.

Immediately he heard her answered, he flings the door open, march to her desk, pick up the TV control and put it on. The heading news was just as he read from his phone. The cold-hearted billionaire has gone missing. Anna ended her phone call when she saw the news heading, she took a few stride to Khalifa and lean closer to him, her eyes glued to the screen on the wall. "Is there someone else known as the cold-hearted billionaire? Tell me he is not the one, no he can't be." Anna said. Khalifa put off the TV and spun around. "Sis, he's the one, he's the only businessman in the whole city L that's referred as cold-hearted."