The Cold Billionaire Novels & Stories

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?”

yeah, she was screwed for sure " class, I am excited to introduce Asher Walker, the CEO of an Elite Corp," the Dean said, the excitement in his voice couldn't be missed and she understood why. Elite Corps was a multimillion-dollar real estate company with its Headquarters in California. everyone knew that the owner of the company was the youngest billionaire in the Country, yet because Asher Walker was a discreet person not even his appearance was known. everyone in the class was shocked to have a f****** Billionaire in front of them. As for Lisa, she felt nothing but dread. She had bullied a Billionaire? no wonder he hadn't called the police when she broke his expensive car, he knew he woul

“Yeah, Dad.” “I’ve got good news,” Victor’s voice could be heard from the other side. There was excitement in his voice which was a rare thing. “A big billionaire has shown interest in our company and is willing to invest.” “Oh, that’s great. Who’s this billionaire?” Vivian asked in delight. “Adrian J Claimer.” Vivian’s expression froze for a second. She couldn’t believe it. “You mean… the son of Sir Gareth Claimer?” “Yeah.”

I did want to decline his offer, but Miller spared me a glare, and I knew what that meant. We left for a high-class bar which was a few miles after the boutique. Seated and relaxing my muscles, I went through my phone to avoid us starting a conversation. "I heard you were coronated as the youngest billionaire of New York last year at the Billionaire's festive award." He let out, which for some reason caught my attention. I ran my hand in my hair before replying to his comment, "Since you are aware of that, I don't see why you chose to remind me."

She recoiled, her heart racing, taken aback by the force of his response. Neil took a step toward her, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Ivan Anderson is not a billionaire, Alysha. He's almost a trillionaire," he spat, the words hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. Alysha’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible as the realization sank in. The man she had unknowingly given her heart to was not just wealthy—he was beyond comprehension. But Neil wasn’t done.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

His bodyguards stood like a wall around him, and he had just ended his phone call. “Excuse me,” I said to one of the guards. “I need to speak to your boss.” The guards stepped aside, and the man turned. I froze. It was Hunter Steele. The richest billionaire in the country. Ruthless. Untouchable. His name alone struck fear into people’s hearts. Stories of his cruelty were legendary. He was said to especially hate women because his mother had abandoned him for a wealthier man when he was a child. Also, there were rumours that he had strong connections with the Mafia but the rumours were never confirmed.

Liliana: “Irene, seriously, Nathan is not bad at all. If he became your boyfriend, he’d be a thousand times better than Perry.” Liliana obviously wanted me to get over my breakup, so she started putting “dangerous ideas” in my head. I weakly shook my head and sighed. She had it all wrong. Other than that one night, there was nothing between me and Nathan—and there never would be. We came from two different worlds. What kind of man was Nathan Spence? With a flick of his wrist, he could shake the entire Milshire. He owned properties and businesses all over the country. He kept a low profile, but everyone knew he was a billionaire.

I laughed lowly at what Molly said, although I really didn't understand it because my mind was focused on the fact that the man who saved me and I vented out to last night was here inside my classroom, and it's not just that-- he is my professor! "Our new professor is Mr. Thiago DiLaurentiis?" I heard the girl behind me whisper again. She sounds so surprised. "Omg, you know him? Can you help me with him?" The other girl giggled. "Girl, are you kidding? He's like a famous CEO, and he's a freaking billionaire!" I sucked on my lower lip. Is that true? "I can't believe he's here right now. As far as I know, he's not from this city," I heard the girl add.

Everyone was curious about this mysterious and absurdly wealthy buyer. The hashtags #BillionaireBaby and #RichestLiveShopper trended almost instantly. Jenna laughed gleefully. "Look at that! I'm trending for spending too much." Kelvin peeked over her shoulder. "What did you buy now?" "Just a few gifts for the employees. And some extras." "How much is a few?" "Over a billion," she said, sipping her juice casually. Kelvin's jaw dropped. "You spent a billion?!" Jenna winked. "Well, if the old man wants to destroy me, I might as well have fun while I'm at it."